Chimera Quotes

“I wasn't afraid of him anymore, because I could smell his fear. You never had to be afraid of anything that was afraid of you.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Narcissus in Chains

“If it's a chimera alert, we just follows the screams. ”
― Jasper Fforde, Something Rotten

“Good Samaritans: Truth, justice and the American way–for them it wasn't only a comic book code; it was a way of life. it was admirable, courageous, and inconvenient as shit. -Stefan, CHIMERA”
― Rob Thurman, Chimera

“I thought of several alec smart remarks, but you should humor crazy people when you're at their mercy; it's a rule.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Narcissus in Chains

“Nightmares are seldom a foreshadowing of real events, but always a showing of real fears.”
― Criss Jami, Healology

“All men love to talk about themselves, even the ones who are completely buggers.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Narcissus in Chains

“He wanted you dead, now he doesn't, I don't know why. Chimera's crazy, he doesn't need a reason to change his mind.”
― Laurell K. Hamilton, Narcissus in Chains

“In the oddest, surreal moment, I look out and see one lone face. It’s Cain, the chimera by curse and not birth. He’s been welcomed into Demon-kind as one of them. Almost a treasured being for all his uniqueness. In all reality, he is the most divine among us. The product of an angel and a Neanderthal. A very son of the first Eve. It is he alone who is not prostrate before me. Our eyes lock and my vision goes wonky. I can see details and colors and etched outlines like I never imagined. I see Cain’s magnificent aura as it embraces him like a full-body halo. He is watching the spectacle that is me with detached interest. It’s as if he has truly seen everything there is too see and this is nothing more than a repeat of some long forgotten original episode. He is unafraid. I can feel how calm he is. Before he drops his eyes, surrendering to the dominance of my dragon, he gives me a slightly amused expression and a small nod of encouragement.”
― Payne Hawthorne, Fire Clothed in Skin

“Wolves did not keep secrets from one another. They didn’t worry about having enough money or finishing school or winning races . They didn’t interfere with nature and have to figure out what was too much and what was enough. They were nature.”
― C.D. Bell, Chimera

“Madness, in which the values of another age, another art, another morality are called into question but which also reflects - blurred and disturbed, strangely compromised by one another in a common chimera - all the forms, even the most remote, of the human imagination.”
― Michel Foucault, Madness and Civilization: A History of Insanity in the Age of Reason

“Nature is only another chimera.”
― Julien Torma, 4 Dada Suicides: Selected Texts of Arthur Cravan, Jacques Rigaut, Julien Torma & Jacques Vaché

“[Charles] Nodier’s later view was that fantasy reconciles men to their fate. Fantasy and the taste for chimeras, he wrote, are symptoms of a time of political decay and transition, when the unpleasant realities of political life are too hard to bear. They serve a useful purpose in that they give men hope when scepticism and disillusion would otherwise drive them to despair.”
― Peter Partner, Murdered Magicians

“That's always been the plan, Cat, to keep it all separate. The chimera is my embodiment of my lifestyle choice; one body, two creatures.”
― jade west, Dirty Bad Wrong

“Marin wandered around the shop. It smelled like cheese, of course, but also of spices and nuts. She studied one tray of wrapped cheeses labeled “Chimera cheese— smoky flavor with hints of pepper, crystallized texture, aged six months.” She didn’t know a chimera produced milk. She supposed it had goat parts, so… yeah, she still couldn’t picture it.
Dax asked, “What does unicorn cheese taste like?”
“Would you two like a sample?” the shopkeeper offered. “This one is our famous Aged Averian, made from pure unicorn milk and aged for two years.” She bustled over to a case of cheeses and sliced off two little chunks from an iridescent wheel. When the sunlight hit the cheese, it looked like an opal, filled with a rainbow of moving colors.
Marin took the piece and popped it in her mouth.
“Ooh, what’s it like?” Ree asked.
It tasted like eating sunshine. She closed her eyes and imagined she was on her sailboat, no land in sight, a perfect breeze, a cloudless sky, water all around. That was what it tasted like. She opened her eyes again and looked at Dax.
“It’s musical,” he said, wonder in his voice. “It tastes like the sound of the purest flute.”
“That… doesn’t make much sense,” Ree said.
Marin told him. “It taste like the sea on a perfect day.”
“Ahhh…”
“Brilliant, isn’t it?” the shopkeeper said. “To me, it tastes like an afternoon nap, after you’ve had a bit of cake.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, Sea of Charms