201 Quotes by Nicola Griffith

Uncertain firelight, a softer orange, made the shadows dance and sway, so that her face looked hollow and old.

Whenever we come to a new place, I waylaid strangers and dragged their stories and songs and jokes from them before they ever had a chance to find out my name.

For Leifen, a thing is beautiful if she can reach out and put her hand on it any time.

More than once, they wrapped in furs and cloaks and walked through the garden in the moonlight, still talking. Sometimes they just walked in silence, and Marghe thought she could hear Thenike’s heart.

Desire wrapped its arms around her and held her still, helpless, able only to breathe.

Your body and your mind need to be clear, uncluttered, for what lies ahead.

Thenike laughed, and Marghe listened to that laugh: rich, smoky, warm, it rolled like breaking waves on a flat beach, as if it could go on forever, changeless.

Just as I thought I was beginning to know this world and understand it, it throws more magic at me.”“What’s life without magic? Turn your magic into a song, share it with others.”“You know I can’t sing.”“A story, then.

Leifin was obsessed by perfection and possessions. It was an obsession that prevented her from seeing any difference between carving something beautiful and killing another thinking, feeling being for its fur.