201 Quotes by Nicola Griffith

The music was like a living stream, pulsing beneath bodies, collecting thickly in dark corners, vibrating bone so hard it might have been cartilege.

The music was sinuous, insistent. She was moving with it again, swaying silver like a sleeping fish in its current.

How had she managed to get inside me, slip between my ribs and rest against my heart without me feeling it?

This country’s bones and flesh are made of rock and its blood is the ice-cold water of glacier melt.

The troll lives in his bones and walks abroad wearing his skin, even under the sun.

When everything shows down and my muscles are hot and strong, and the blood beats in my veins like champagne I feel this vast delight. Everything is beautiful and precious, and so clear. Light gets this bluish tinge and I feel like a hummingbird among elephants, untouchable.

Violence feels good. It’s so simple and clear. There’s no mistaking the winner. I like it, but I avoid going there, going to the blue place, because I think I could get lost, not find my way back, I wouldn’t want to find my back because it’s seductive.

I breathed in the scent of cloudberry and violet and warm woman.

The people who built these churches understood wood, and they were not in a hurry.