Laini Taylor Quotes

It was interesting the way a small hate could grow inside a big hate and take it over.

What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?

Then there were things-- epic, terrible things-- that he didn't tell her but skirted around, like caressing the edges of a wound, hesitant, testing for pain.

How much does your life have to suck to want the Apocalypse?

In all that was to happen, there would be that feeling of inevitability and rightness, and the sense that the universe was conspiring in it. It would be easy.

I want.." she said, knowing what she wanted, feeling pulled toward it, arching toward it, but hardly knowing how to say it.

Just then, lit only by the flicker of his wings,the sight of him was so..right somehow. He was right. It made no sense at all, but the feeling flooded through Karou

Cesky Krumlov, the little jewel box of a city in southern Bohemia.

I've always been a reader and a writer.

The sooner you learn to finish things, and as a matter of course finish your creative endeavors, the better. It took me a long time to learn that.

When you are young, hone your craft and write shorter pieces instead of novels, because it's really hard to finish a novel.

Dialogue is the place that books are most alive and forge the most direct connection with readers. It is also where we as writers discover our characters and allow them to become real.

You mean he came to your school? The scandalous rodent-loaf!

...I said I was sorry.” “Be sorry, then. Just be sorry somewhere else.

I will give them nightmares to haunt their dreams long after I'm gone.

Beauty,’ Brimstone had scoffed once. ‘Humans are fools for it. As helpless as moths who hurl themselves at fire.

I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form.

Like attracts like, beauty finds beauty, and freaks look on from the smoking section, aching.

It was funny, she thought, but her smile turned wistful because she had nobody to tell.

Once upon a time, a girl lived in a sandcastle, making monsters to send through a hole in the sky.

Jael returned the lazy smile. "You're not my type." "Well, you're not anybody's type," said Hazael. "No, wait. I take it back. My sword says she'd like to know you better.

Anyway, since when are you shy? Just talk to him already!' ' 'And say what? Nice fiddling, handsome man?' 'Absolutely.

How could you tell if your instincts were just hope in disguise, and if your hope was really desperation parading as possibility?

A wave of weariness took him. How could life be so unrelentingly ugly?

We are the beginning ... We always have been. This time, let it be more than a beginning.

Nothing made you feel so useless as another person's grief.

I'm going to be the scariest grandma in the world.

Is it good or bad?" she asked Issa. The wrong question, she knew. She just couldn't help herself. "It's both, sweet girl," said Issa. "like everything.

She tasted of fairytales

A pause came between them, and it was so full of Akiva that Karou imagined she could smell him.

Thank you, but we respectfully decline your overture, being more enjoyably occupied at present.

Like mold on books, grow myths on history.

When a street musician lowered his violin to inquire, 'Hey lovely, what you got there?' she said, 'Musicians who ask questions,' and kept on dragging.

She stabbed him in the armpit, deep, and he dropped his sword. And died. So that's what is feels like, she thought as her boldness gave away to trembling. It feels awful.

The thing is, you throw brains and souls into an animal and stir, you don’t really know what you’re going to get.

It's not like there's a law against flying." "Yes there is. The law of gravity.

I've always imagined that one day the path of your life would unroll at your feet and carry you away from us. As it should, as it must. But I am glad that day is not today.

When I turned to writing fantasy, and writing for young people, it was joyous. It was like discovering an underground lake of ideas that went on forever.

Stop squandering yourself, child. Wait for love.

It didn't escape Karou's notice that he found subtle ways of touching her.

And I've found that since you can't electrify yourself like a fence, the next best thing is to have murderer's eyes.

Infinities are not for casual exploration. You could fall and keep falling. You could get lost.

Boredom is a terrible affliction of the soulless.

Kizzy wanted it all so bad her soul leaned half out of her body hungering after it, and that was what drove the goblins wild, her soul hanging out there like an untucked shirt.

I think with world building, it's important to create a sense of culture even if it is just a fantasy, and the best way to do that is to look at a real human culture and see what makes it cohesive.

This is the story of the curse and the kiss, the demon and the girl. It's a love story with dancing and death in it, and singing and souls and shadows reeled out on kite strings.

Love makes a person do strange things.

That is your legend?" Akiva asked, incredulous. Madrigal had told him the story of the sun and Ellai while they flew. "That seraphim are the blood of a rapist sun?

Humanity, perhaps, that quality of benevolence that humans have, without irony, named after themselves.

Once upon a time, an angel lay dying in the mist. And a devil knelt over him and smiled.