Rob > Rob's Quotes

“They will come up with a plan. No one will like it. Everyone will feel they have been treated unfairly, but will be happy that their neighbors feel the same. And that is the nature of compromise.”
― Suzanne Collins, Gregor and the Code of Claw

“Hey, Boots,” he said. “Hey. You can finally say my name.”
― Suzanne Collins, Gregor and the Code of Claw

“Now I know that if you wait till you think you are ready, you’ll wait all your life.”
― John Flanagan, Erak's Ransom

“Yes,” Horace agreed. “What’s for breakfast?”
― John Flanagan, Erak's Ransom

“He had more pressing matters to engage his attention. Like lunch.”
― John Flanagan, The Kings of Clonmel

“He”
― John Flanagan, The Kings of Clonmel

“I think I’ll skip the meal,” said Halt. Horace looked at him, horrified. How anyone could contemplate such a thing was beyond him.”
― John Flanagan, The Kings of Clonmel

“Horace shrugged. “We’re not big on that sort of thing. We wait for our leader to point to an enemy and say, ‘Go whack him.’ We”
― John Flanagan, The Kings of Clonmel

“Horace gave him a pained look. “What about lunch?” he asked. His hopes of a meal sank as he saw that familiar lift of Halt’s eyebrow. “What about lunch?” Halt replied. Horace shook his head despondently. “I knew I should have told you after we’d eaten,” he said.”
― John Flanagan, The Kings of Clonmel

“He was conscious of a dull thud as Horace forgot to duck under the doorway.”
― John Flanagan, Halt's Peril

“Horace snorted disparagingly. “Fancy word for a guess.”
― John Flanagan, Halt's Peril

“Halt regarded him. He loved Horace like a younger brother. Even like a second son, after Will. He admired his skill with a sword and his courage in battle. But sometimes, just sometimes, he felt an overwhelming desire to ram the young warrior’s head against a convenient tree.”
― John Flanagan, Halt's Peril

“Halt looked around for a convenient tree. Luckily for Horace, there were none in sight.”
― John Flanagan, Halt's Peril

“Now that he’s gone,” Horace said as he extinguished the breakfast cooking fire, “I almost miss him.” “That’s not how you felt last night,” Will said, grinning. He made his eyes wide and staring and waved his hands in mock fright. “Ooooh, Will! Help! There’s a big bad raven come to carry me away.” Horace shook his head, somewhat shamefaced. “Well, I suppose I was a little startled,” he said. “But it took me by surprise, that’s all.” “I’m glad I was here to protect you,” Will said, with a slightly superior tone. Halt, watching them as he rolled his pack, thought his former apprentice was pushing it too far. “You know,” he said quietly, “just after you first heard the raven, Will, I actually heard a strange crackling noise as well.” Will regarded him curiously. “You did? I didn’t notice it. What do you think it was?” “I couldn’t be sure,” the Ranger said thoughtfully, “but I suspect it was the sound of your hair standing on end in fright.”
― John Flanagan, Halt's Peril

“Oh yes. Very amusing, Halt. Very amusing,” he said. But he did wonder how the bearded Ranger had known that his hair had done just that.”
― John Flanagan, Halt's Peril

“Maybe they’re napping,” Horace suggested. Halt glanced sidelong at him. “Farmers don’t nap,” he said. “Knights nap.” “That’s where we get the expression ‘a good knight’s sleep,’ ” Will said, smiling at his own wit. Halt turned a baleful eye on him.”
― John Flanagan, Halt's Peril

“Maybe they’re napping,” Horace suggested. Halt glanced sidelong at him. “Farmers don’t nap,” he said. “Knights nap.” “That’s where we get the expression ‘a good knight’s sleep,’ ” Will said, smiling at his own wit. Halt turned a baleful eye on him. “Horace is right. You’re not funny. Come on.”
― John Flanagan, Halt's Peril

“Is that a bony backside I see sticking up out of the grass by that black rock? I think it is. Perhaps I should put an arrow in it if its owner doesn’t GET IT DOWN!”
― John Flanagan, Halt's Peril

“He walked to the horses. They definitely seemed alarmed. But then, they would. After all, he had just leapt to his feet unexpectedly, waving his saxe knife around like a lunatic.”
― John Flanagan, Halt's Peril

“he held up a piece of the bread that Horace had cooked in the coals. “Did you make this?” he asked. Horace, with some pleasure in his new skill, assured him that he had. It didn’t take long for Halt to burst his bubble. “What is it?” he asked. Horace eyed him for a long second. “I think I preferred you when you were sick.”
― John Flanagan, Halt's Peril

“Malcolm doesn’t know everything,” he said shortly. Will couldn’t help grinning. “And you do?” “Of course I do,” Halt replied. “ That’s a well-known fact.”
― John Flanagan, Halt's Peril

“You know, Horace,” he said at length, “you used to be a most agreeable young man. Whatever happened to you?” Horace turned a wide grin on him. “I’ve spent too much time around you, I suppose,” he said. And Halt had to admit that was probably true.”
― John Flanagan, Halt's Peril

“What is this?” he asked. “Are you all conspiring against me? Even my horse?” It was the last three words that made Will smile. “We figured you mightn’t listen to a healer, a Ranger or a knight of the realm,” he said. “But if your horse agreed with them, you’d have no choice but to pay attention.”
― John Flanagan, Halt's Peril

“Sighing, Will would pretend to search for him, thinking that his friend, the foremost knight in the Kingdom of Araluen, a warrior who would be feared and respected on any battlefield, was behaving like an overgrown child with a new toy.”
― John Flanagan, Halt's Peril

“Don’t annoy me, little dog, Tug seemed to say. I know your mother.”
― John Flanagan, Halt's Peril

“people will believe half-truths and distortions if they coincide with what they want to believe. If they reflect their fears.”
― John Flanagan, The Emperor of Nihon-Ja

“George!” he said, the relief evident in his voice. “Are you all right?” “No! I am not!” George replied with considerable spirit. “I have a whacking great arrow stuck through my arm and it hurts like the very dickens! How could anybody be all right in those circumstances?”
― John Flanagan, The Emperor of Nihon-Ja

“Well, as my old mam used to say, if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck and walks like a duck, it’s probably a duck.”
― John Flanagan, The Emperor of Nihon-Ja

“You know,” he said to Halt, without any trace of a smile, “it might have been simpler to have the two girls board her with their practice swords.” They exchanged a long look, then Halt shook his head. “I needed to leave some of them alive.”
― John Flanagan, The Emperor of Nihon-Ja

“Anything you’d like me to do? Grow a beard? Learn to walk like a rooster?” “If you could stop asking facetious questions, that’d be a start,” Halt told him. “But it’s probably a little late in life for you to do that.”
― John Flanagan, The Emperor of Nihon-Ja