336 Quotes by Kevin Hearne

Guilt ferrets are bastards.

Great. What if she decides to kill me?” “That will test our bargain quite severely,” the Morrigan replied with a smirk. “Morrigan?” “Relax. We have a bargain. But have the good grace to pretend to be dead if she decides to kill you.” “What if she decides to set me on fire and watch me burn?” “Then that’s going to hurt. Scream all you want, but turn it off at some point and she’ll figure you for dead.

Deep in stone and mineral and lime Waiting for pressure and sufficient time Are diamonds and emeralds and sapphires; So in our fragile hearts and minds Waiting for affection of different kinds Are virtues the goddess admires; But do not passively wait to thrive, For this very moment you may strive To whatever your will aspires. –.

Now, I know I am not much of a craftsman,” I said, busily knotting the vines into a circle, “but greatness is in the act of creation and not necessarily in the finished product. Creating is the yin to the yang of our consumption and the doorway to beauty that we all want to walk through. Creating is how I tell the world I love it.” I.

I sighed. You can go harass the construction workers if you want. I even give you permission to sniff their asses. Oberon stopped panting and pricked up his ears at me. Sure, why not? They’re construction workers. They’ll tease one another about it, especially if you sneeze afterward. But if you startle them, they might knock you upside the head, so watch out. Oberon levered himself off the ground, his tail wagging.

I am often reminded how a small fire underneath a vast sky can bind people together like nothing else. For all that we are social creatures, we are too often shoved into solitary confinement by circumstance. The color of our skin isn’t like everyone else’s, or our language is different, or our religion isn’t the one that gets us invited to dinner by the neighbors. That last one has kept me alone for a long, long time.

I hurt in places I didn’t know were places.

Peace isn’t as easy as everyone wants you to think it is.

Your gift for euphemism continues to thrive. But I think I have heard of such modern relationships. There is a colloquialism for them, yes? They are boogie calls.” “Boogie? Oh! Nice try. You were very close. They’re known as booty calls.” “That’s what I said. Booty calls.” “You said boogie – ” The Morrigan’s eyes flashed red for the briefest moment, and I cleared my throat. “Pardon me. I must have misheard you. Quite right.