205 Quotes by Sarah Monette

There’s not supposed to be anything left after the end of the world, even if the end of the world doesn’t quite happen.

He rolled the syllables of my name out of his mouth as if they were at once contemptible and marvelous.

I suppose she was pretty-at least everyone seemed to think so-but her mouth was small and ungenerous, and her eyes was hard. Her voice was high-pitched and always rather breathless, and she lisped slightly. The quality of her voice was childlike, innocent, and that was a deception worthy of the Serpent in Eden.

I could see her blush, even through her tan, but her eyes were steady and unapologetic.

I felt as if I walked inside a cold shadow, a shadow cast by bricks and mortar.

Old incompetence is incompetence still.

The museum may lose things,” I said, “but it never throws them away.

The room looked exactly as it had looked when I left the Siddons house for good at the age of eighteen, as if the intervening years had never happened, as if my escape had been nothing but a dream.

I thought of the boy I had been, his murderous, pent-up hatred, of his strange, silent green glass maelstorm of wrath.