205 Quotes by Sarah Monette

If I was really, really lucky, Felix might throw a fireball at me, and I'd get out of the rest of this freakshow.

When the Director speaks, there is only the faintest harshness in her voice to tell you she is not a flesh-and-blood woman, nor-if the stories whsipered in the Museum are true-ever was.

Visitors come on two legs, on four, on the sweeping sinuosity of scaled legless bodies. There are perches in front of every exhibit for those who come by wing, whethered feathered or mebranous, and the Museum does its best to accomodate those whose habitual method of locomotion is aquatic.

When you are in my dreams, you have a face, and I know that face to be yours, but no matter how true they are, dreams are not real, and I don’t know whether my dreeming mind has ever succeeded in catching your red face.

His smile was unpleasant, the teeth prominent and yellow and wolflike. His smell was musty and sweaty at once, and I gave in and backed up a step.

The hero wasn’t me, any more than the villain was Harry McLauglin, forty-year-old forest ranger and father of two. We were just the matrices that held the pattern, the straw and clay from which myth was built. And now that we are only straw and clay again, the world does not know what to do with us.

The hotel was a blazing citadel, a palace of electricity in the city’s cold gloom.

Like many predators, boys hunt in packs.

I had neither proof nor explanation, only that mad inner surety that I suspect is characteristic of all those who hear voices in an empty room, whether those voices be spectral or merely delusional.