201 Quotes by Nicola Griffith

Wolf eyes,” she whispered, and I could feel her breath on my throat, “so pale and hungry.

Being capable of using violence to defend yourself did not make you a bad person. Being dead because you couldn’t did not make you a good one.

I had seen her vulnerable, now she wanted to see me.

Norway: a solid world aganist which to lay myself and make a mask that could be examined, could be held up in comparison with who I used to be, before.

We had never really talked to each other after I was nine years old. She had been busy and I had been resentful. I had grown up independent, and then she had not known how to find me. I wasn’t even sure she wanted to, or what she might find if she did.

The dogwood blossom was gone, azaleas in full bloom, and the air cupped my cheek as softly as a woman’s hand.

I rubbed glistening liquid onto the armrests and imagined the hands that would touch the wood, perhaps resting there between turning the pages of a book, perhaps stroking the smooth wood, absently at first, then slipping a bit as the owner slept.

She held out her hands and we hugged. I remembered when she used to engulf me. Now I was an inch or two taller, though her bone and muscle still felt like granite.

They both turned to look at me and I wondered how a person could become the outsider so fast.