324 Quotes by Cynthia Hand

Don’t do that,” he says. “Don’t regret us. I don’t. I won’t, ever.

He wanted to tell her she’d have more room if she’d just get rid of her books, but he supposed that in her case, it would be like telling a mother she’d have more room if she threw out her children.

No horse jokes,” he said. “My lord, I apologize for the horse joke. If you put down the book – unharmed! – I will give you a carrot.” He brandished the book at her. “Was that a horse joke?” “Neigh.” “Was that a horse joke?

Time passes. That’s the rule. No matter what happens, no matter how much it might feel like everything in your life has been frozen around one particular moment, time marches on.

It was 1538 and John Lambert had been outed as an Edian when, after hearing Frederic Clarence had written a pamphlet denouncing Edian magic, he turned into a dog and ate the papers, prompting Clarence to cry out, “That dog ate my scriptwork!

He’s hot. He knows he’s hot. I am taken. He knows I am taken.

I’ll never forget the way he tastes. It’s not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it feels, in that moment, absolutely right.

I should have fought for you, Clara, even if I would have had to fight you to fight for you. I should have never let you go.

I’ve read all the books we have.” She wrinkled her nose. “Armies aren’t very good about carrying libraries with them. I can’t imagine why. We’d fight so much less if everyone would just sit down and read.” Gifford’s.