A tongue is very like a gun, which is why they nearly rhyme. Both can be fired to devastating effect, for good or evil, and both can explode in your hands, wounding your comrades instead of your enemies.
Did everything that had magic have teeth?
Flowers are always more serious than they appear.
Be nice to Fairyland. She is old and tender of heart and when her feelings are hurt, she cries volcanoes.
A mother’s like a poison made for only one soul.
That a clever person is never bored, and a bored person is never clever.
But you like him already, I can tell. Even though we showed our teeth and were very clear about his being wicked.
She wasn’t angry. You can’t get angry just because the world’s so much bigger than you and you’re stuck in it.
No, love, in real life you can get all the way to death and never have finished one single story.
Honesty is such a nasty habit, dear. Like biting your nails.
This is how you learn to see: You put together a crew. No one can see a damn thing clearly with only two eyes.
Where I come from, some people wear fine suits just to ride on an Aeroplane – I suspect they think if they impress it enough it will be sure to carry them safely.
You couldn’t ever really fix a sad story. You could only make another. And another. And another, until you found the right one at last, the one that ends in joy.
September laughed and her laugh sounded like a roar; as if she had never been able to properly laugh in her whole life, only giggle or chuckle or grin, and now that she could do it right, now that her laughing had grown up and put bells on, it had become the most boisterous, rowdy roar you ever heard.
And, at night, in a narrow bed in her old room, Mary Morevna would hold Ivan tight inside of her, demanding his obedience to her, demanding that his soul be ripped out and emptied into her.
What’s the difference between being dead and having a boyfriend? Death sticks around.
Of all the Fairy strangeness she had known, this seemed suddenly both the strangest and least strange of all. How she would have liked to be looked after like that, cared for and watched over. And yet at the same time, she understood the Whelk, and wished she could grow big enough to hold on to everyone she loved at once. To keep them safe and with her always and know their secret needs well enough to answer them.
All Librarians are members of the Catalogue. That’s what you call a coven when it’s made up of Librarians instead of witches. Librarians have sorted and alphabetized all the magic that ever thought to put a rabbit and a hat together. Who do you think invented Special Collections?
War must always be done out of sight, it shocks people and they stop immediately.
I am sustained by Being Necessary.