213 Quotes by Anne Bishop

Six flashlights turned on, beacons that said, We’re here, come eat us!

Henry studied Merri Lee, then Meg. “Humans don’t like mice?” “Not in the building!” Meg said. “And not around food,” Merri Lee added. The three terra indigene looked baffled. “But it’s fresh meat,” the brown-haired woman finally said.

Sometimes I think her chest is made of ice, and she has to stay emotionally cold to hide the smell of a roting heart.

Crystal told me that Charlie Crowgard wrote a song about the fight. It’s called ‘Teakettle Woman and Broomstick Girl,’ and it’s so popular with the terra indigene who have heard it, he’s going to record it so the rest of us can hear it too.

And thought about the female who, despite being human, he was beginning to see as a friend.

For you, being around that man is like drinking a glass of poison every day,” Nadine said. “Maybe it just makes you sick, makes you weak, makes you forget who you really are and what you really want. But if you keep drinking, sooner or later, the poison will kill you.

Our recovery of hope – full colour, three-dimensional, hard working, clear thinking, wildly radical, living hope – is our key to liberation.

What are you going to call them?” Meg asked. “Lunch?” Simon offered. The female pack gave him a look that made him think running away would be a good idea, if he wasn’t the leader and couldn’t back down.

He waited until they were driving to work before he mentioned the morning field trip. “Why do a field trip?” Meg asked. “Because someone untied its shoes?” Meg frowned. “That makes no sense.” “It makes as much sense as most human jokes.” “That’s true.” Simon.