593 Quotes by Gail Carriger

For you, it's gossip. For me, it's action.

No, Lord Maccon was riproaring, tumble down, without a doubt, pickled beyond the gherkin.

How did that saying go? Alexia wondered. Ah, yes, “Brash as an American.” Well, they had won their independence somehow, and it was not with politeness.

But we were talking about me and my problems."Sophronia looked Monique up and down gravely."I don't think we're going to solve those in the space of one carriage ride.

Tea is her answer to everything. I once broke my arm and she tried to give me Lapsang Souchong

Cats were not, in her experience, an animal with much soul. Prosaic, practical little creatures as a general rule. It would suit her very well to be thought catlike.

Madame Lefoux accepted a cup of tea and sat on another little settee, next to the relocated calico cat. The cat clearly believed Madame Lefoux was there to provide chin scratches. Madame Lefoux provided.

Cats liked to occupy liminal spaces: both inside and outside, both tame and wild, both yawn and meow.

Sophronia and Dimity took a vacant love seat at the front, Sophronia dislodging a large, fluffy cat with a scrunched-up face. The cat gave her a disgusted look. Or seemed to; it was hard to tell with that face.