205 Quotes by Sarah Monette

What makes a story a story is that something changes. Internal, external, small or large, trivial or of earth-shattering importance. Doesn’t matter.

The river runs through the heart of the city, and braiding around and over and under the river, the city’s rail system is a welter of tarnished silver ribbons.

I miss my fox-headed brother. Keeper.

I’m a cat burglar.

Beyond the window, snow fell like frozen drops of poison.

What you’re asking me to do is monstrous.” “So? Ain’t we both monsters?

It’s like you got to have everybody’s heart, and if they don’t give it, you rip it out and watch it bleed.