289 Quotes by Cinda Williams Chima

How loud did the music have to be to drown out her thoughts?

Nick often frequented the coffee houses and taverns down by the university, spending hours in philosophical dialogues with his friends.

You can’t assume that because you have plenty to eat that everyone does.

It was one of the warm nights at the end of summer that makes promises that won’t be kept.

Maybe the hardest lesson Han had learned was that nobody is purely bad or good. Everybody seemed to be a mixture of both.

A fiction writer is never entirely alone. Her characters are constantly whispering in her ear.

He swept Raisa up into his arms and kissed her like it was his first, last, and only.

He keeps this up, he’s bound to be caught, she thought. And this time they’ll dangle him for certain.

I’ve found it wise to enjoy any time of truce, while recognizing it for what it is. A truce.