Pixie Quotes

“I asked her, dreamily, if we had met, and when she told me that we had not, I gave her a little finger wave, the type a leprechaun might offer a pixie who was floating by on a maple leaf. "Well, hi there," I whispered.”
― David Sedaris, Let's Explore Diabetes with Owls: Essays, Etc.

“Am I giving you a headache? I think.
“You are a headache.”
― Kiersten White, Perfect Lies

“This is Marvin," he says. "He eats everything and yells like a distressed baby to get attention. I'm goat-sitting him this summer.”
― Chelsea Fine, Best Kind of Broken

“I'm still angry with him, but I follow him through the drizzle anyway. Because this is Levi. This is my hero. And you always follow your heroes, even when you're mad, even when you'd rather punch them in the mouth. That's how trust works. It's blind and unconditional and it takes you places you can't reach by yourself.

Just like love.”
― Chelsea Fine, Best Kind of Broken

“She was a pixie, a fairy, full of imagination and in another world.”
― Jean Nathan, The Secret Life of the Lonely Doll: The Search for Dare Wright

“The fairy- again, Wendy assumed- was an angry tinkling ball of light with the prettiest girl imaginable inside. Diminutive but... solid, with a scandalous lack of decorous dress. All she wore was a ragged green shift which barely covered her hips and thighs and breasts and was gathered dangerously over only one shoulder. This was both shocking and delightful; it made the tiny creature resemble statues of ancient nymphs and nereids Wendy had seen. Her hair was even done up in classical style, a goddess-like bun of hair so golden it glowed. Tiny pointed ears curved their way through the few dangling tresses. Her eyes were enormous and not even remotely human: they were far apart and glaring.
The crowning glory was, of course, a pair of delicate iridescent wings sprouting from her back. Their shape was somewhere between butterfly and dragonfly. They were clear as glass and thin as onion skin.”
― Liz Braswell, Straight On Till Morning

“Do you really want to get into my head? I think. It’s not a friendly place. You’ll regret it.”
― Kiersten White, Perfect Lies

“I like her. The pixie is going to be my friend. I know it like I know I’m not going to see Mr. Keane today. I will be her friend, while plotting to either betray her if she’s untrustworthy for the company, or be betrayed by her if I slip up and she sees thoughts she shouldn’t. Best friends.”
― Kiersten White, Perfect Lies

“But for some reason I feel icky inside, like I should write a letter of explanation and maybe print out a boyfriend permission slip for Levi to sign.

I, Levi Andrews, give my explicit permission for one Pixie Marshall to date whomever she wishes without any feelings that might resemble guilt or betrayal or awkward confusion. Signed, Levi Andrews, platonic third party in all Pixie Marshall-related endeavors and keeper of the east wing hot water.”
― Chelsea Fine, Best Kind of Broken

“But you can't be afraid to love." She looks at me seriously. "Love isn't safe and life isn't guaranteed. So yeah, I could die and you could lose Levi and your heart could hurt again, but that's just life. The only alternative--Sarah, look at me--the only alternative is living without fully loving anyone else. And that's not living at all.”
― Chelsea Fine, Best Kind of Broken

“Sure you do. Love doesn't just stop, Pixie. It's always there.”
― Chelsea Fine, Best Kind of Broken

“The two other members of Dain's spy troupe also have code names. There's the lean, handsome faerie that looks at least part human, who winks and tells me to call him the Ghost. He has sandy-coloured hair, which is normal for a mortal, but is unusual for a faerie, and ears that come to very subtle points.

The other is a tiny, delicate girl, her skin the dappled brown of a doe, her hair a cloud of white around her head, and a miniature pair of blue-grey butterfly wings on her back. She's got at least some pixie in her, if not some imp.
...
'I'm the Bomb,' she says. 'I like blowing things up.”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“She rubs her arm where I grabbed her. “What do you do to the people you don’t like?”
I flash my teeth like knives in the dark. “Do you really want to know?”
She kicks my shin in a halfhearted pout. “You think different around him, you know.”
“Oh?” A cab pulls to the side and I open the door. “Clearer. Happier. But scarier.”
― Kiersten White, Perfect Lies