123 Quotes by Kate Quinn

Nina took the air, feeling her arms disappear into the wings, her blood into the fuel line.

The anticipation was so sweet it cut the mouth, like winter-cold water from the icy shore of the Old Man.

Every night, tell yourself what you told me. How you’re a patriot, not a traitor. How you’re the hero of this story, not the villain.” Beth smiled. “Then remember that you got an innocent woman locked in a madhouse to save your own skin, and ask yourself: how goddamned heroic is that?

He loves me hard.

The idea made her sick and scared, but so what? Why did it matter if something scared you, when it simply had to be done anyway?

Be patient, and tough, he’d said with his gentle expression. Someday this pain will be useful to you.

Or was it not change, but becoming what she already was? She felt like she was being burned, sloughing away every extraneous layer, every scrap of ballast from mind or body that could possibly weigh her down. Each morning she woke with alacrity, tossing the covers aside and springing from bed, her mind one long hungry scream for what the day had to offer.

One college sophomore minus one small encumbrance, divided by six months’ passage of time, multiplied by ten Paris frocks and a new haircut will not magically equal one restored reputation.

Goodness,” Marcella said at last. “I know you’d do anything to avoid Tullia’s dinner party, but suicide seems a little extreme.