593 Quotes by Gail Carriger

Someone was trying to kill Lady Alexia Maccon. It was most inconvenient, as she was in a dreadful hurry.

The tea, once it arrived, had its customary effect – engendering comfort and loosening the tongue. That’s tea for you, thought Sophronia, the great social lubricant.

Saw your nicely strung-up slab of bacon.” “Don’t insult bacon,” said Sidheag.

Apparently, gentlemen not only liked to kiss and touch women everywhere, they did that and more, on a regular basis, and mostly not with ladies at all, but with women of less genteel breeding. Some gentlemen, her brothers had whispered, even did it with each other. Although this was considered quite uncouth, Sophronia gathered, once one left Eton.

To Percy’s delight, Arsenic staunchly resisted developing any possible chatterbox tendencies. Their long silences might have become uncomfortable, except for their mutual joy in quiet and the ameliorating presence of Footnote. The cat divided his time between them. He showed a marked preference for Arsenic’s lap and Percy’s feet, and happily basked in the attention of whichever human was most easily distracted at any given moment.

It’s no good choosing your first husband from a school for evil geniuses. Much too difficult to kill.

Classic author moment, “Oh dear, did I kill that character or not?

A girl wearing a wicker chicken and playing the harp bopped me with a book about buns and then stuffed me under a piano.

Lord Maccon believed that if his trousers were on his legs, and something else was on his torso, he was dressed. The less done after that, the better. His wife had been startled to find that in the summertime, he actually went around their room barefoot! Once – and only once, mind you – he even attempted to join her for tea in such a state. Impossible man. Alexia put a stop to that posthaste.