Quirky Quotes

“Ever Tried. Ever Failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.”
― Samuel Beckett

“If the whole world is in a rush and people are out of step with themselves, they fail to catch that quirky aura and that special quality of life that feeds our soul-searching frame of mind and that builds a coveted haven, giving recognition and self-reliance. ("The unbearable heaviness of being”)”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Relationships may become wrecked by a quirky syndrome: the “Ain't broke, don't fix”-syndrome. When there is no interaction in the neural network and no breakthrough into the mind but only a shallow skin experience, living together might be very torturous. If a heartfelt bond has not been molded, nothing can be broken and thus nothing needs to be fixed. (“I wonder what went wrong.”)”
― Erik Pevernagie

“While walking down the memory lane, we may discover in the remains of our early days, surprising little details that have been eclipsed under the mantle of forgetfulness or inattention. Those loose shreds in our remembrance can highlight the importance of the fundamentals that steer our daily lives. But they may also entice us to crack the particular value that we impart to trivial matters or quirky actions. Then, we are capable of discerning the uprightness and the truth behind the appearances. ("Dirty bike")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“My head is my favorite swimming pool.”
― Lauren DeStefano

“There's a gift in your lap and it's beautifully wrapped and it's not your birthday. You feel wonderful, you feel like somebody knows you're alive, you feel fear because it could be a bomb, because you think you're that important.”
― Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt

“When I first entered the school, I was all set to tie my hair in a ponytail, get a fake tan, and write my homework in pink gel ink. I was prepared to hear girls bragging nonchalantly about the BMWs and diamond earrings they recieved for their birthday. I almost looked forward to hearing the flashlight-wielding nuns tell me to "leave room for the holy ghost" when I danced lewedly with messy-haired prep-school boys”
― Jennifer Allison, Gilda Joyce: The Ladies of the Lake

“I'm the first to admit that I don't write right. Now, relax and enjoy the show! The sideshow, that is.”
― Lori R. Lopez

“Christopher throws dandelion head after dandelion head into his bag. It's getting heavy now and his fingers are stained from the work but there are still so many left to kill. His biggest mistake is giving them names.”
― Brian Martinez, Kissing You is Like Trying to Punch a Ghost

“Penelope decided a crippled-up second lieutenant didn’t have much of a future in the military, as well as no longer fitting her criteria for dashing.  With encouragement from her, Bob Tregonne saw his opportunity and took it. Poor bastard. Last I heard they married and moved to Washington where Bob got a promotion and a new post. My guess, he won’t be the last of the woman’s fools, especially in Washington society. Probably be a long list of husbands and lovers in that bucket.”
― Phil Truman, Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery

“I’m trying to decide whether to tell you two to get a room or go barf in the trash can,” Emma said. “I’m leaning toward the second choice. You are both getting way too weird. And gross.”

Cal barked out a laugh and slid his fingers down my arm to entwine with mine. His touch, and Emma’s comments, only made me blush more. Looks like Emma saw Cal lick my face after all.

Now that wasn’t awkward or anything.”
― E.J. Stevens, Legend of Witchtrot Road

“Her next words took me by surprise. I lay as still as I could, barely breathing, afraid that if I moved she would stop speaking her heart.
“My mom wanted six children. She only got me, and that sucks for her because I was a total weirdo.”
“You were not,” I said.
She twisted her head up to look at me.
“I used to line my lips in black eyeliner and sit cross-legged on the kitchen table … meditating.”
“Not that bad,” I said. “Crying out for attention.”
“Okay, when I was twelve I started writing letters to my birth mother because I wanted to be adopted.”
I shook my head. “Your childhood sucked, you wanted a new reality.”
She snorted air through her nose. “I thought a mermaid lived in my shower drain, and I used to call her Sarah and talk to her.”
“Active imagination,” I countered. She was becoming more insistent, her little body wriggling in my grip.
“I used to make paper out of dryer lint.”
“Nerdy.”
“I wanted to be one with nature, so I started boiling grass and drinking it with a little bit of dirt for sugar.”
I paused. “Okay, that’s weird.”
“Thank you!” she said. Then, she got serious again. “My mom just loved me through all of it.”
― Tarryn Fisher, Thief

“Never been around dogs much. My mom had a collie when I was a boy, but she was a gentle animal who stayed around the house, mostly. My father, and the men he knew, all had braces of big surly hunting dogs they used for going after wild hogs. The times he took me with him on those hunts, I was more afraid of those dogs than the feral hogs. Think they could sense it. Always felt like they would’ve taken the least opportunity to sink their teeth into me.”
― Phil Truman, Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery

“I thought about what he was saying. “Old Long Walker talked about this Dire Wolf,” I said. “Is that a man or an animal.”
“A little of both, I reckon… and neither.” He got quiet again, sipped his coffee, reading the window glass. The wind screamed and howled beyond it, out in the feral night.”
― Phil Truman, Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery

“Check my riddle, and I’ll let you play my fiddle.”
― Zack Love, Sex in the Title: A Comedy about Dating, Sex, and Romance in NYC

“Quirky, funny, happy-go-lucky dead inside Dexter. No longer Dexter with the knife, Dexter the Avenger. Not until next time.”
― Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter

“I nod so much there's a nodding festival going on.”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“The general’s daughter swept into the room like an angelic visitation. Never seen such a vision of the feminine in my life. It hit me between the eyes like someone pressed a live telegraph wire to the back of my head. She came amongst us boys so coquettish and alight with laughter that we all took on dumbfounded stupidity, not quite knowing what to say or how to act.”
― Phil Truman, Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery

“You can quote me, but I'll tell everyone that you're lying.”
― Jael Turner

“Many generations past, before even the Spaniards came, hundreds of years ago, maybe even thousands.” He shrugged, shook his head. “My ancestors lived along the Mississippi. Back then they were known as the Downstream People. Moundbuilders, it’s said. No one knows why they did this, not now, but most tell that the mounds were spiritual, the dwelling places for spirits, good and bad. The spirit of the Shanka’ Tunka is one kind of spirit that stayed there, an evil one. Legend has it he awakens every hundred years or so, roams the land looking for a likely soul to take, someone who ain’t too far from evil himself.”
― Phil Truman, Dire Wolf of the Quapaw: a Jubal Smoak Mystery

“Why do want to find him so bad?’ I ask after a while, but she’s not listening. I watch her a bit
longer. ‘Why do you want to find him so bad?’ I ask again.
She blinks and comes out of her dream. She flicks the band on her wrist. ‘I just do.’ - Ed Skye”
― Cath Crowley, Graffiti Moon

“It is not my way,” he said, “to stop startling guests.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“Thursdays are for riddling. Although Mondays are for jesting, so I suppose those days are ruled out, too.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“DeGaucherie is "on the elegance of awkwardness," and an opportunity for southpaw creatives to figure out how to be their quirky selves.”
― DeGaucherie

“You're not quite human, are you?”
― Arabella Sveinsdottir, Do Not Be Afraid: A Whimsical Urban Fantasy About a Stranded Angel, a Hellhound Puppy, and a Second Chance on Earth

“Bombs don’t usually include poetry.
Unless it’s a very niche sort of villainy.”
― Moira Rand, The Case of the Clockwork Catastrophe: A steampunk mystery for curious minds, chaotic bakers, and anyone who’s ever accidentally blown up a cupcake.

“He cocked his head again. “You’re strange. But I do like you.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“The notion that he would consider her strange when he had just transformed from a sparkling silver pillar into a man clad in blaring orange who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere for the mere purpose of asking her opinion on fountains was a fascinating, somewhat bewildering, and—had circumstances been different—altogether amusing paradox.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“Yes, I advise wearing the silver gown that he sent,” he said plainly. “When one sends a gift, it is usually polite to make use of it. Of course, it may depend on the gift. For example, my third cousin three times removed—whom I know even less well than most of my family—once sent a poisonous frog as a gift . . . in the context of a pet and not usage as a weapon, I might add. In this instance, there was no use for the frog. But, in most cases, one does not receive poisonous frogs as gifts. And so, when the gift is indeed a gown and not a poisonous frog, one might follow the usual rules. Of course—”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“Mornings are for discoveries. Afternoons are for revelations.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers