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“Floote, what is going on? Do they think I
am contagious? Should I assure them I was
born with a nose this size?”
― Gail Carriger, Blameless

“I mean to say, really, I am near to developing a neurosis - is there anyone around who doesn't want to study or kill me?"
Floote raised a tentative hand.
"Ah, yes, thank you, Floote."
"There is also Mrs Tunstell, madam," he offered hopefully, is if Ivy were some kind of consolation prize.
"I notice you don't mention my fair-weather husband."
"I suspect, at this moment, madam, he probably wants to kill you."
Alexia couldn't help smiling. "Good point.”
― Gail Carriger, Blameless

“Mary Lou et moi, on est amies depuis qu’on est toutes petites. J’étais le boute-en-train de service, et elle, le cancre de la classe. « Cancre » n’est peut-être pas le mot juste. Disons que ses objectifs n’étaient pas très hauts. Elle voulait se marier et fonder une famille. Et si elle pouvait épouser le capitaine d’une équipe de foot, c’était encore mieux. [...]
Moi, à la même époque, je rêvais d’épouser Aladin pour qu’il m’emmène sur son tapis volant. Donc, vous voyez : on n’avait pas les mêmes valeurs.”
― Janet Evanovich, Four to Score

“I said, I know why you’re afraid to fight with me.”
"And why is that?” If he flexed again, I’d have to implement emergency measures. Maybe I could kick some sand at him or something. Hard to look hot brushing sand out of your eyes.
"You want me.”
Oh boy.
"You can’t resist my subtle charm, so you’re afraid you’re going to make a spectacle out of yourself.”
"You know what? Don’t talk to me.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Strikes

“The phone rang. I picked it up.
“Are you sitting down?” Curran's voice asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Click.
I listened to the disconnect signal. If he wanted me to sit, then I'd stand. I got up. The chair got up with me and I ended up bent over my desk, with the chair stuck to my butt. I grabbed the edge of the chair and tried to pull it off.
It remained stuck.
I would murder him. Slowly. And I'd enjoy every second of it.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Bleeds

“Eat slowly," the blueblood said. "Don't cut your food with the fork. Cut it with the knife, and make the pieces small enough so you can answer a question without having to swallow first."

Why me? "Right. Any other tips?" Her sarcasm whistled right over his head.

"Yes. Look at me and not at your plate. If you have to look at your plate, glance at it occasionally."

Rose put down her fork. "Lord Submarine..."

"Camarine."

"Whatever."

"You can call me Declan." He said it as if granting her a knighthood. The nerve.

"Declan, then. How did you spend your day?"

He frowned.

"It's a simple question: How did you spend your day? What did you do prior to the fight and the pancake making?"

"I rested from my journey," he said with a sudden regal air.

"You took a nap"

"Possibly."

"I spent my day scrubbing, vacuuming and dusting ten offices in the Broken. I got there at seven thirty in the morning and left at six. My back hurts, I can still smell bleach on my fingers, and my feet feel as flat as these pancakes. Tomorrow, I have to go back to work, and I want to eat my food in peace and quiet. I have good table manners. They may not be good enough for you, but they're definitely good enough for the Edge, and they are the height of social graces in this house. So please keep your critique to yourself."

The look on his face was worth having him under her roof. As if he had gotten slapped.

She smiled at him. "Oh and thank you for the pancakes. They are delicious.”
― Ilona Andrews, On the Edge

“What’s that?” she asked the girl, wrinkling her nose.

“Oh, that? That’s just Pillover.”

“And what’s a pillover, when it’s at home?”

“My little brother.”

“Ah, I commiserate. I have several of my own. Dashed inconvenient, brothers.”
― Gail Carriger, Etiquette & Espionage

“You slept with Curran and you didn’t tell me? I’m your best friend.”
“It didn’t come up.”
“How disappointing for you.”
Ha-ha. “That’s not what I meant.”
― Ilona Andrews, Magic Bleeds

“If you don't like someone's story, write your own.”
― Chinua Achebe

“You got a boyfriend or something?”
I hate it when he figures me out before I have a chance to do it myself.
Especially when I’ve been counting on at least seven more years of denial.”
― Steve Kluger, Almost Like Being in Love

“TRAVIS: I never said I like boys!
GORDO: Ever beat off to Penthouse?
TRAVIS: No.
GORDO: Ever collect baseball cards?
TRAVIS: No.
GORDO: How old is Barbra Streisand?
TRAVIS: 36. Three weeks ago.
GORDO:What do you need—a fucking blueprint?”
― Steve Kluger, Almost Like Being in Love

“- Plan F, we follow Plan F, right now.
- Is that the one where we run away?
- Not at all. It's the one where we beat a dignified emergency retreat.”
― Jonathan Stroud, The Whispering Skull

“En fin de compte, l'amour n'a été possible que parce qu'il m'a vu non pas tel que j'étais, mais tel que j'allais devenir.”
― Philippe Besson, « Arrête avec tes mensonges »

“[...] les riches se construisent dans une mascarade sociale en bienfaiteurs de l'humanité qu'il convient de flatter alors qu'ils n'ont bien souvent que le mérite de leur naissance.”
― Michel Pinçon, Monique Pinçon-Charlot

“Le déguisement, ça me connaît : j'ai vécu vingt ans avec mon père déguisé en ma tante.”
― Emmanuelle Bayamack-Tam, Une fille du feu

“Personne n'a le temps de s'habituer à son enfance.”
― Joël Baqué, La mer c'est rien du tout

“Je marche à travers le sable, il s'étend à perte de vue. Et je sais - mais comment ? - que cette dune est mon frère. Je n'arriverai jamais au bout de mon frère, il est là, à perte de vue. Quand je le prends dans ma main, il me file entre les doigts, et le vent le disperse, mes pieds s'enfoncent dans mon frère, je peine à avancer. Je n'ai pas de prise, je voudrais voir le bout de mon frère, mais je ne vois rien.”
― Alexandre Seurat, L'administrateur provisoire

“Des milliers de filles ont monté un escalier, frappé à une porte derrière laquelle il y avait une femme dont elles ne savaient rien, à qui elles allaient abandonner leur sexe et leur ventre. Et cette femme, la seule personne alors capable de faire passer le malheur, ouvrait la porte, en tablier et en pantoufles à pois, un torchon à la main : "C'est pour quoi, mademoiselle?”
― Annie Ernaux, L'Événement

“Je veux dans ma vie pouvoir aimer quelqu'un qui m'aime.”
― Jonas Gardell

“Les histoires ne sont que des histoires, elles permettent une respiration mais ne réparent rien, elles sont ce qu'on peut fabriquer avec les petits débris retrouvés après les catastrophes, elles ne sont pas une seconde chance, simplement les louanges du mort chuchotées à l'oreille des survivants, aussi éloquentes qu'elles sont vaines.”
― Julia Kerninon, Une activité respectable

“C'est une entente spéciale que celle qui se crée dans une ascension en double : à la longue, c'est comme si tu partageais avec ton compagnon de cordée non seulement une corde et une trace dans la neige, mais aussi une respiration, des pensées, un battement de cœur.”
― Paolo Cognetti, Il ragazzo selvatico