9 Quotes by Peadar Ó Guilín

Stupid men, always thinking they're the ones who get to do the rescuing.

They drink from streams whose waters taste like tears, and indeed each swallow fills them with a few heartbeats of deep sadness.

There were the talking squiggles he'd seen in the crashed Globe too - writing, it was called - and it covered every surface, as if in this mass of people a man could be so lonely as to want to speak to the buildings.

His stutter didn't like the idea of wooing and silenced any attempts to broach the subject.

I've hated some of them too. Most of them sometimes. And they do think differently, but that's a good thing, isn't it? A hand isn't a f-foot, but I need them both to hunt.

She was pregnant, of course: pregnant women carried out all the Tribe's sacred rituals.

She has suffered enough horror to realize how fragile happiness is, how eager the universe is to take it away.

The two brothers looked so alike now and their faces seemed to ripple under the weight of powerful emotions. Hatred, love, violence and fear. The crowd stepped back to form a circle, as though they might be caught between falling buildings.

At least half of his hunters writhed on the ground with grubs already inside them, causing horrendous agony. These had to be helped away by terrified Ship People whose courage lay trembling in their hearts as lightly as leaves.