Kristin Cashore Quotes

Location: Amsterdam, Where Fire Is Called "Vlam

I'm not good at love. I'm like a barbed creature. I push everyone I love away.

When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?

The only way for you to keep your mind straight is to run from those who would confuse you.

I don't want to love you if you're only going to die.

He considered her seriously. "Well. And that's easy," he said. "My Grace will protect me from him, And I'll protect you. You'll be safe with me, Katsa.

I'm not such a bad fighter myself," Skye said. Po exploded with laughter. "Oh, fight him, Katsa. Please fight him. I can't imagine a more entertaining diversion.

Your eyes are beautiful," he said, and she felt warm suddenly, warm in the sun that dappled through the treetops and rested on them in patches.

Wonderful," Garan grumbled when he'd gone. "We'll grow a reputation for our kindness to lawbreakers.

A man who fights you as he does is no better than an opportunist and no worse than a thug.

Every configuration of people is an entirely new universe unto itself.

Some of the smartest men have a hard time comprehending the obvious.

Gratitude takes less energy than anger.

My life is an apology for the life of my father.

I wouldn't marry Giddon to save my life," Katsa said. "Not even to save yours." "Well." Raffin's eyes were full of laughter. "I'd leave that part out.

Katsa sat in the darkness of the Sunderan forest and understood three truths. She loved Po. She wanted Po. And she could never be anyone's but her own.

Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks and scream if I hear any strange noises.

It seems better to me for a child to have these skills and never use them, than not have them and one day need them," she said.

Sit, Your High Majestic Lord Princes," she said. She yanked a chair from the table and sat herself down. "You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," Katsa snapped back.

You're in fine temper," Raffin said. "Your hair is blue," she snapped back.

Katsa and Po were trying to drown each other and, judging from their hoots of laughter, enjoying it immensely.

Things don't ever stay the same. Natural beginnings come to natural or unnatural ends.

She wanted to cause him pain for taking a place in her heart she wouldn't have given him if she'd known the truth.

Sneaking was a kind of deceit. So was disguise. Just past midnight, wearing dark trousers and Fox's hood, the queen snuck out of her own rooms and stepped into a world of stories and lies.

Still doing your best to ruin the horses, I see.

I wanted you to go away, because it hurts to be with you when I can't see you." - Po

But you're better than I am, Katsa. And it doesn't humiliate me. It humbles me. But it doesn't humiliate me.

There isn't a simple person anywhere in this world.

Your brand of comfort bears some similarity to your tactical offense.

I push everyone I love away." He shrugged. "I don't mind you pushing me away if it means you love me, little sister.

I don't understand your book. Isn't every book a book of words?

I’m bored to death. Perhaps I should pillage one of my neighbors for my own amusement. It seems to work for Drowden.

If her enemies were Brigan's friends and her friends were Brigan's enemies, then the two of them could walk through the world arm in arm and never be hit by arrows again.

There will be no yelling at people who are bleeding themselves to unconsciousness.

You're the queen, and it's the queen's house, and whatever Brigan may accomplish, he's highly unlikely ever to be queen.

Would you please do me the honor of telling me WHAT THE BLAZES IS GOING ON?

If we're to be judged by our parents and grandparents, then we all may as well impale ourselves upon jagged bits of rock.

In the end, Leck should have stuck to his lies. For it was the truth he almost told that killed him.

People want incongruous, impossible things.

What man can hate or love well when he is drugged?

Not all people who inspire devotion are monsters.

Men are daft around women, incautious and boastful.

I have no doubt that you are more than capable of bringing the Monsean queen and my son and the rest of my sons and a hundred Nanderan kittens through an onslaught of howling raiders if you chose to.

I've always been led to believe that the ultimate goal for an author is the movie deal. Now I understand that the movie deal is merely a MEANS TO A MUCH HIGHER END: NAIL POLISH.

Circumstances don't always align themselves with human intention.

You cannot measure love by a scale of degrees.

Great! He has indigestion, so let's torture him with cake.

She would thump them both, and she would apologize to neither.

Everyone was willing to take some small risk to lessen the damage of their ambition and disorder and lawlessness.

It's as if when I open myself up to every perception, things create their own focus.