Centaurs Quotes

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J.K. Rowling
“Always the innocent are the first victims, so it has been for ages past, so it is now.”
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

J.K. Rowling
“His priority did not seem to be to teach them what he knew, but rather to impress upon them that nothing, not even... knowledge, was foolproof.”
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“He would have shaved the centaurs, dipped them in honey, covered them with feathers, and hung them up like a bunch of pinatas. I'm just saying." - Warren”
Brandon Mull

J.K. Rowling
“Never," said Hagrid irritably, "try an' get a straight answer out of a centaur. Ruddy stargazers. Not interested in anythin' closer'n the moon.”
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

J.K. Rowling
“I don’t believe him,” said Hermione in a very unsteady voice, the moment they were out of earshot of Hagrid. “I don’t believe him. I really don’t believe him. . . .”
“Calm down,” said Harry.
“Calm down!” she said feverishly. “A giant! A giant in the forest! And we’re supposed to give him English lessons! Always assuming, of course, we can get past the herd of murderous centaurs on the way in and out! I — don’t — believe — him!”
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Gabriel García Márquez
“Horses frighten me as much as chickens do,’ he said.

‘That is too bad, because lack of communication with horses has impeded human progress,’ said Abrenuncio. ‘If we ever broke down the barriers, we could produce the centaur.”
Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Anne Bishop
“For the first time, they were seeing the dream beneath the flesh.

Karla stared at the pointed ears that had come from the Dea al Mon, the hands with sheathed claws that had come from the Tigre, the hooves peeking out from beneath the black gown that could have come from the centaurs or the horses or the unicorns. Most of all, she stared at the tiny spiral horn.

The living myth. Dreams made flesh. But, oh, had any of them really thought about who the dreamers had been?

No wonder the kindred love her. No wonder we've all loved her.

Karla quietly cleared her throat to ask the question she suddenly hoped wouldn't be answered. "Who is going to war with Terreille?"

"I am," Witch said.”
Anne Bishop, Queen of the Darkness

José Saramago
“Stretching one arm behind him, the man passed his hand over the horse's coat, his own skin transformed, or skin which had transformed into him. ("The Centaur")”
José Saramago, The Lives of Things

Sarah Lotz
“Mr Tumnus does look as camp as fuck with his little scarf tied jauntily around his neck. I suppose it isn’t outside the realms of possibility that he’d just been off cottaging with some centaurs in the forest.”
Sarah Lotz, The Three

“No Centaurs here, or Gorgons look to find,
My subject is of man, and human kind.”
Robert Burton, The Anatomy of Melancholy: What It Is, With All the Kinds, Causes, Symptoms, Prognostics, and Several Cures of It; in Three Partitions; With Their Several Sections, Members, and Subsections, Philosophically, Medicinally, Historically Opened and Cut Up, V

Andy Redsmith
“Her eyes were as blue as the summer sky, her lips full and sensual. A golden-brown tax enhanced her immaculate complexion. She wore a white halter-neck top, which stretched tightly over perfectly formed breasts. Flowing blonde hair cascaded around her bare shoulders. She was, thought Paris, very nearly the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Such a pity that, from the waist down, she was a horse.”
Andy Redsmith, Breaking the Lore

Marilyn Velez
“Long and white was his hair, like the mountains of the north, with a towering beard that had aged with time. Shrouded was his cloak, and of yew was his staff, and atop his head, a braided crown made of silver decorated it. Wrapped around his furrow neck, hung a horn, and perched high atop his olden shoulders, rested two ravens resembling the color of a wave’s crest. From the book Tundra: A Wanderer's Tale into Darkness”
Marilyn Velez

Amy Wolf
“I’m Hermes!” this guy hissed. “See the wings on the helmet?”
“Are you here to deliver flowers?”
Hermes rolled his eyes.
“A typical centaur, ignorant as a beast.”
Amy Wolf, The Further Labors of Nick

Amy Wolf
“Nikólaos,” said Helen, “you must show your father respect. He is in charge of all centaurs, beloved by the gods, and immortal.”
“But ignores his own son,” Nick said bitterly. He turned to his dad. “So, how many of us kids are there? Enough to run the Derby?”
Amy Wolf, The Twelve Labors of Nick