858 Quotes by Laini Taylor

It's all a quilt of fairy tales with a patch here and there of truth.

She had fallen in love with him twice. She loved him now with both loves, so overpowering it was almost unbearable.

Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?

Was there any fate more bitter than to get what you long for most, when it's too late?

A thousand things might have stopped me from being here right now, but instead, a thousand things brought me here.

I love bookshelves, and stacks of books, spines, typography, and the feel of pages between my fingertips. I love bookmarks, and old bindings, and stars in margins next to beautiful passages. I love exuberant underlinings that recall to me a swoon of language-love from a long-ago reading, something I hoped to remember. I love book plates, and inscriptions in gifts from loved ones, I love author signatures, and I love books sitting around reminding me of them, being present in my life, being. I love books.

Then there were things-- epic, terrible things-- that he didn't tell her but skirted around, like caressing the edges of a wound, hesitant, testing for pain.

Is it good or bad?" she asked Issa. The wrong question, she knew. She just couldn't help herself. "It's both, sweet girl," said Issa. "like everything.

Like a magpie, I am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales, dead languages, weird folk beliefs, fascinating religions, and more.