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“I hated dreaming,” I said. “I hated it so much I decided I’d be perfect at it so that no one ever knew.” She faced me. “Why do we do these things to ourselves?” “The answer is rather simple.” The gargoyle swatted birch branches as we passed them by. “When you do the right thing for the wrong reason, no one praises you. When you do the wrong thing for the right reason, everyone does, even though what is right and wrong depends entirely on the story you’re living in. And no one says they need recognition or praise or love, but we all hunger for it. We all want to be special.” “That is a very keen thing to say, gargoyle.” Maude put her uninjured hand on his shoulder. “How is it you came to know so much more about life than the rest of us?” His chest puffed with pride. “I am years beyond my wisdom.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

“The cathedral, its Omens, its Diviners sit on high,” the gargoyle said plainly. “If you only ever look up at something, can you ever see it clearly?”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

“I cannot remember it ever being proven that gods are more honest than anyone else.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth

“I confess horses are not the intelligent beasts I imagined them to be. Though I don’t think that merits the abuse they suffer postmortem.” That one took me a moment. “No one actually beats dead horses, gargoyle. It’s an expression.”
― Rachel Gillig, The Knight and the Moth