Catti Brie Quotes

“I will always love you Drizzt Do'Urden my life was full and without regret because I knew you and was completed by you. Sleep well, my love.”
― R A Salvatore

“Drizzt had come to believe that these goblinkin races were not evil by nature, as the drow were not, but were bent to such acts and practices by the influence of powerful godlike forces, as were so many of the races of Toril. But no, Mielikki had denied such a theory to Catti-brie. His wife knew that drow were not evil creatures by nature, of course. She had married Drizzt, after all, and he knew with confidence that she loved him with all of her heart and soul. So how could she hold such a prejudice? No, that idea was impossible.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Starlight Enclave

“Drizzt wasn’t sure of his convictions on this matter, but what he was certain of was that he would not be guided against his conscience by a supposed goddess, any goddess. Once, he too had followed Mielikki, but he had always thought of her, of all the gods, as manifestations of that which was in the hearts of their respective followers—they were just names given to conscience—or if more, no matter, for following them meant following that which you believed to be true, not the words relayed. Or in this case, not even the words directly conveyed.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Starlight Enclave

“Drizzt had to pause on that. “I told you what was in my heart, and the name I had given it was Mielikki.” “Because she was the embodiment of your ethical beliefs,” Catti-brie replied. “Yes.” “But she is a living goddess, and so when she speaks in communion, are not those declarations commandments you must follow?” “No.” It actually surprised Drizzt how quickly the answer left his mouth, and the conviction behind the response. “I don’t know that I can call her a goddess, or the divine beings of Toril gods at all,” he said, speaking as much to clarify the thoughts in his own mind as in explanation”
― R.A. Salvatore, Starlight Enclave

“She laughed aloud. “Yes!” she admitted. “I miss the road. I miss the adventure. I miss the danger. Does that make sense? Does that make me a terrible parent?” “Haven’t we had this conversation the other way?” Drizzt said, laughing, too.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Starlight Enclave

“Trust her, he reminded himself. Trust in her. Catti-brie was among the most resourceful and powerful individuals he had ever known. And she was with Jarlaxle, who befriended dragons and toyed with kings.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Starlight Enclave

“They play hard, and drink harder,” said Entreri, who was nursing a tremendous headache. “They dance, they love, and they sing with abandon.”
“And they drink,” Jarlaxle repeated with a knowing grin. Entreri groaned and held his head. “You enjoyed your time with Vessi?” Catti-brie said with a laugh. “Too much so. But yes. He took me to a place he called De’lirr. I did not know that drow could sweat so much.” The other two looked at him curiously. “It was half a dance, half a fight to see who could stay on the floor the longest. Few left alone.”
“Including Entreri?” The man just shrugged and even seemed to blush a bit, which caught Catti-brie off guard.
“They are alive,” Entreri went on. “Maybe more alive than any people I have known. They play harder than many fight.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Starlight Enclave

“Just like the kurit, they wanted to hear her tales more than tell their own, and at first, it was quite uncomfortable for Catti-brie. She thought of her arguments with Drizzt, and felt rather awkward now with this clear evidence of orcs who were worthy of her respect and friendship. That epiphany led her to quiet and uncomfortable musing that followed her to sleep—questions about her goddess, about the actions of her life, about her perception of reality itself.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Starlight Enclave

“Catti-brie once said to me that perhaps I was more constrained by the way I saw other people seeing me, and there is truth to that little semantic twist. But it went deeper, went to the core of who Drizzt Do’Urden truly was—or, more importantly, of who I ever feared I might be or might become. The expectation of others is an often-crippling weight. I lived under that weight. And as strong as I am, as much as I’ve trained my mind, body, and soul, I see now how it stooped my shoulders just enough to not be able to truly stand tall around my companions. To want to hide, if even in the secret part of my brain, all the things they might have perceived about me and other drow. But now I have the answer. Now we all have the answer, even those companions who perhaps never directly asked the question, and it is a wondrous thing:

We drow are not flawed. We are not lesser. We are not malignant by any measure of nature.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Bah, but ye’re all a lot o’ fools,” Catti-brie mumbled, and her reversion to her dwarven brogue told Drizzt that he was surely in for a long night.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Catti-brie said, turning in her seat and tossing her quill to the desk. “As aware as I am that Jarlaxle can say one thing out of one side of his mouth, and not a minute later, say the opposite out th’other side of his mouth.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“My daughter,” Catti-brie said. “She has decided not to answer to Brie any longer. We are to call her Breezy. In familial situations, at least, though I suspect it won’t be worth your—either of your—trouble to refuse.”

“She is headstrong,” Penelope agreed.

“Breezy?” Savahn paused and considered that for a bit, then nodded her approval.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“He was trying to show her that he was still that hard-hearted and merciless grand wizard from Menzoberranzan, she recognized, and she thought it rather . . . Cute? Or pathetic? No matter, she realized. Gromph’s ego bristled at any thoughts of emotional softness.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“You know my history with Dahlia,” Catti-brie protested.

“You know Dahlia’s history with Drizzt.” “So do not ever forget it. But forgive it. That is what we do, is it not?”

Catti-brie really didn’t have an answer for that. But it didn’t matter. “You have a deal,” she told Entreri.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“You don’t trust the Matron Mother?” Catti-brie asked. “I am drow, and a male, so of course I don’t. More, I have several sisters and a bevy of nieces, all who once and perhaps still pledge themselves to the Spider Queen. We would all be fools to expect that everyone in House Baenre, or everyone who claims to side with House Baenre, truly is an ally.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“I believe we two could level half the city! she heard in her mind, and she glanced over to see a wink from the archmage. Their coordination was so instinctive, so seamless, that Catti-brie wasn’t sure she doubted him.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Drizzt was next down the slide, chased by Catti-brie and Breezy, with the little girl barely able to see under the brim of the one-horned helm she had stolen from her grandfather.

It was all so simple, so gloriously play, just play. These were the moments, Drizzt realized then, as Catti-brie had come to know on a day very similar to this one. And as with his wife, for Drizzt, it was a reminder, not an epiphany. This simple little play was what made life worth it.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Pops Zak!” Breezy said, and Drizzt laughed with joy.

“Oh, by the gods,” Catti-brie lamented.

“What?” Drizzt and Jarlaxle asked in unison.

“When this one witnesses cazzcalci,” she said, looking pointedly at Drizzt, “we’ll never get him back home.”

“Maybe he’ll already be at home,” Jarlaxle offered.

“I take my home with me,” Drizzt said, ending the debate. Catti-brie hugged him, their daughter wrapping her arms around them both, completing the circle.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Lolth's Warrior

“Despair washed over him suddenly with the thought that Catti-brie might already be dead, but the ranger pushed it away, reminded himself to trust her, to trust that she could take care of herself.”
― R.A. Salvatore, Starless Night

“Ye found some goblins in their own hole, not to bothering anybody, and ye’re planning for their slaughter,” Cattie-brie went on in the face of her father’s sarcasm.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Legacy: Legend of Drizzt

“Dare I?” Drizzt shot back. “You speak of Catti-brie as if she were your possession. I heard you tell her, command her, to remain behind when we go to the goblins.”

“You overstep your bounds,” Wulfgar warned.

“You puff like a drunken orc,” Drizzt returned, and he thought the analogy strangely fitting.”
― R.A. Salvatore, The Legacy: Legend of Drizzt