Bubbles > Bubbles's Quotes

“They would all be sorry... particularly the duck.”
― Angie Sage

“Was that you or the duck?”
― Groucho Marx

“...yelling doesn't make a thing any more possible.”
― Angie Sage, Queste

“Oh dear," said Sarah anxiously, "I do wish he wouldn't do these silly things."
I'm sure we all wish that, Sarah," said Marcia sternly. "But unfortunately he has progressed rather further than the silly stage. Evil-minded-scheming stage is more what I would call it.”
― Angie Sage, Flyte

“Septimus was suddenly horribly afraid that the Antidote would not work. He glanced nervously at Marcia, who whispered, "It will work, Septimus. You must believe in it."
Physik isn't like Magyk," said Septimus unhappily. "It doesn't matter whether you expect it to work or not. Either it does or it doesn't."
"I doubt that very much," said Marcia. "A little belief in something always helps.”
― Angie Sage, Physik

“What's a flange?" asked Marcia.
A what?"
A flange. It says here attatch piece Y to the long, upright D, taking care to align holes P and Q with the corrosponding holes N and O in the left-hand flange. I can't see a wrethed flange anywhere.”
― Angie Sage, Flyte

“the chocolate raisins tasted somewhat fishy, but Lucy didn't care-chocolate was chocolate. She changed her mind however, when she realized that the raisins were tiny fish heads.”
― Angie Sage

“Thank you for nothing, you stupid reptile.”
― Cressida Cowell, How to Train Your Dragon

“I was not a natural. . . . This is the story of becoming . . . the Hard Way.”
― Cressida Cowell, How to Train Your Dragon

“Twelve days north of Hopeless and a few degrees south of Freezing to Death”
― Cressida Cowell, How to Train Your Dragon

“I forget myself sometimes, but then I look up, as I am looking up now, and I see in my mind's eye a sheild, strangely changed by a rich encrusting of jewel-like barnacles and cold-water coral, with an eight foot tooth sticking right out of the middle of it. I reach out and the edge of that tooth is still so bitingly sharp after all these years that just a gentle brush with the fingers might send a rain of blood down on these pages. And I bend my head, not too close, and I am sure I can hear, very faintly:

Once I set the sea alight
With a single fiery breath....
Once I was so mighty that I thought
My name was Death....
Sing out loud until you're eaten,
Song of melancholy blisss,
For the mighty and the middling
All shall come to THIS....

The Supper is still singing.”
― Cressida Cowell