337 Quotes by Kristin Cashore

Alone with Giddon again, Bitterblue considered him, rather liking the mud streaks on his face. He looked like a handsome sunken rowboat.

—Ya sé que me tomas el pelo —dijo él, divertido—. Y deberías saber que no es fácil lograr que me sienta humillado. No me importa que caces para que coma, o me des una palizacada vez que luchemos y me protejas cuando nos ataquen. Yo te agradezco que lo hagas.—Pero no tendré que protegerte nunca si nos atacan, y dudo que necesites que cace tu comida.—Cierto. Pero lo haces mejor que yo, Katsa, y eso no me humilla. —Echó una rama al fuego—. Me da una lección de humildad, pero no es humillante.

It has been a hard lesson to learn, that greatness requires suffering.

My books are likely to contain food stains and rings from my tea cups. A book is to be lived with and used.

Pain might escalate upward and, just when you thought you’d reached your limit, begin to spread sideways, and spill out, and touch other people, and mix with their pain. And grow larger, but somehow less oppressive. She had thought herself trapped in a place outside the ordinary feeling lives of people; she had not noticed how many other people were trapped in that place with her.

If he touches you, I’ll come in and choke him to death.

His name was Death. It was pronounced to rhyme with “teeth”, but Bitterblue liked to mispronounce it by accident on occassion.

Writers breathe in books, mix them up with whatever else we’ve got going on in there, then breathe out.

Ivan had contrived somehow in the dark of night to replace every watermelon in the watermelon patch with a gravestone, and every gravestone in the engraver’s lot with a watermelon.