123 Quotes by Kate Quinn

It was one bright, beautiful moment in the middle of a hideous world, and when I went back to the trenches, I pulled that moment up and slept on it every night until the war was over. The girl in the hat, in the moment of her joy.Quinn, Kate. The Rose Code (pp. 321-322). William Morrow Paperbacks. Kindle Edition.

Poetry is like passion--it should not be merely pretty; it should overwhelm and bruise.

...and you wanted to cut her to ribbons to avenge me?"From Nina that was practically a Valentine."But I don't, I just disarm her. I think maybe you are right Luchik, justice over vengeance.""Bloody hell, woman, have I actually made a dent in you?"She jabbed him in the ribs."I make a few in you, too."Yes, you have, Ian thought, and not just the fact that I'm addicted to your paperback regency tosh.

Maybe,” Nina had yawned. Who cares? It was war. Day was night. Life was death. Sorrow was joy. Who cared about anything but the now? (39%)

Grief was beginning to be overlaid by the first layer of skin and time. Jordan supposed that layer would get thicker and thicker and in a way she was sorry. Grief cut, but it also made you remember. (78%)

The sight of iniquity, immorality, pure evil, perhaps the world's end; a kitchen in disorder.

Only the Germans came out at night, like the undead, to celebrate their undisputed rule. They came to Le Lethe, uniforms gleaming, medals polished, voices loud, and René Bordelon greeted them in an exquisitely tailored dinner jacket, his smile unforced. Like Renfield, Eve thought, from Bram Stoker's tale: a human turned base and craven in the service of the nightwalkers.

I am Athena. Before that I was Thea, singer and slave and lover of gladiators. Before that I was Leah, daughter of Benjamin and Rachael of Masada. I am as mortal as you, you common little man. And I fear no one!

I will not tell you one single solitary fact about my work, my friends, or the woman I was arested with. But I will tell you this, Rene Bordelon. You're a gullible fool. You're a terribly lover. And I hate Baudelaire.