Character Description Quotes

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David Nicholls
“She drinks pints of coffee and writes little observations and ideas for stories with her best fountain pen on the linen-white pages of expensive notebooks. Sometimes, when it's going badly, she wonders if what she believes to be a love of the written word is really just a fetish for stationery.”
David Nicholls, One Day

Gail Carriger
“He ... boasted an unassuming mustache, which was perched atop his upper lip cautiously, as though it were slightly embarrassed to be there and would like to slide away and become a sideburn or something more fashionable.”
Gail Carriger, Etiquette & Espionage

Simona Panova
“Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.”
Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

Charlotte Brontë
“Miss Ingram was a mark beneath jealousy: she was too inferior to excite feeling. Pardon the seeming paradox; I mean what I say. She was very showy, but she was not genuine; she had a fine person, many brilliant attainments, but her mind was poor, her heart barren by nature; nothing bloomed spontaneously on that soil; no unforced natural fruit delighted by its freshness. She was not good; she was not original; she used to repeat sounding phrases from books; she never offered, nor had, an opinion of her own. She advocated a high tone of sentiment, but she did not know the sensations of sympathy and pity; tenderness and truth were not in her”
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Charles Frazier
“If you're not who you want to be, at least act like who you want it be. - Bud”
Charles Frazier, Nightwoods

Arthur Conan Doyle
“A hound it was, an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen.”
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles

Gene Stratton-Porter
“It was a compound of self-reliance, hard knocks, heart hunger, unceasing work, and generosity. There was no form of suffering with which the girl could not sympathize, no work she was afraid to attempt, no subject she had investigated she did not understand. These things combined to produce a breadth and depth of character altogether unusual.”
Gene Stratton Porter, A Girl of the Limberlost

Charles Dickens
“Oh! but he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shriveled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature always about with him; he iced his office in the dog-days and didn't thaw it one degree at Christmas.”
Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol

Anne Enright
“the kind of person took milk in his tea on one day and decided against it on the next.”
Anne Enright, The Gathering

Julia Stuart
“Standing at the original Victorian counter was a man in a long black leather coat. His hair had been grown to counteract its unequivocal retreat from the top of his head, and was fashioned into a mean, frail ponytail that hung limply down his back. Blooms of acne highlighted his vampire-white skin.”
Julia Stuart, The Tower, The Zoo, and The Tortoise

Jeffrey Eugenides
“Phyllida's hair was where her power resided. It was expensively set into a smooth dome, like a band shell for the presentation of that long-running act, her face.”
Jeffrey Eugenides, The Marriage Plot

Thomas Carlyle
“Not our logical faculty, but our imaginative one is king over us. I might say, priest and prophet to lead us to heaven-ward, or magician and wizard to lead us hellward.”
Thomas Carlyle

C. Robert Cargill
“I don't remember her. But she feels special. There's this hole in my heart every time I draw her; you know, a sick sort of feeling. Like she's someone I lost.”
C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows

Charles Dickens
“Show Pleasant Riderhood a Wedding in the street, and she only saw two people taking out a regular license to quarrel and fight. Show her a Christening, and she saw a little heathen personage having a quite superfluous name bestowed upon it, inasmuch as it would be commonly addressed by some abusive epithet; which little personage was not in the least wanted by anybody, and would be shoved and banged out of everybody's way, until it should grow big enough to shove and bang. Show her a Funeral, and she saw an unremunerative ceremony in the nature of a black masquerade, conferring a temporary gentility on the performers, at an immense expense, and representing the only formal party ever given by the deceased. Show her a live father, and she saw but a duplicate of her own father, who from her infancy had been taken with fits and starts of discharging his duty to her, which duty was always incorporated in the form of a fist or a leathern strap, and being discharged hurt her. All things considered, therefore, Pleasant Riderhood was not so very, very bad.”
Charles Dickens, Our Mutual Friend

“With every passing day, we add a page to our personal story, an illustrative script that casts our character shaped by an implacable external environment and fashioned by our supple state of inwardness.”
Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

Brian Malloy
“The uncle and cousin seem nice, but the aunt is a bit of a shock. Whith her hair dyed bright red, she looks like Ronald McDonald's post-menopausal sister. Who has let herself go.”
Brian Malloy, Twelve Long Months

Lisa Lutz
“The latter. She had a good run," Sook said, doing a little shrug. It was his usual response to death at Mapleshade, and it was a safe bet that he felt that way about himself. Like most twice-widowed, Korea-vet, nature-loving, gun-enthusiast, bilingual, weed-connoisseur great grandfathers of five, he'd lived a full life.”
Lisa Lutz, Heads You Lose

Jodi Taylor
“The only talents he possessed were delusions of adequacy.”
Jodi Taylor, The Nothing Girl

C. Robert Cargill
“Simon Sparks was an oozing slug of a man poured neatly into a three-piece suit.”
C. Robert Cargill, Dreams and Shadows

M.R. Pilot
“She is beautiful in the way only a haunted person can be, like a glimmer of light falling over fragments of shattered glass—dangerous if not treaded around with wary feet.”
M.R. Pilot, A Bloodline's Echo

David Nicholls
“its almost as if he was raised by wolves, but wolves who knew the value of a decent education.”
David Nicholls, Starter for Ten

“Jet-black hair curled slightly against his neck and around his ears, and his eyes . . . oh, those eyes . . . cold, dark, and dangerous as black ice on a frozen highway.”
Lee Roland, Vicious Moon

Robin Sloan
“Oliver daydreams about Ionian columns.”
Robin Sloan, Mr. Penumbra’s 24 Hour Bookstore

“She had a thick aura of battle around her, and her face was almost doll-like, it was so pleasant to look at. Vacant blue eyes, blond hair tinged dark gray.”
Carlo Zen, 幼女戦記 1 Deus lo vult

Lyndsay Faye
“The door flew open, revealing a wrinkled, forward-thrusting face wreathed with a nimbus of wispy white hair, a face resembling nothing so much as a mole emerging from its burrow. Her spectacles were so dirty that I could hardly see the use of them. She peered at us as if at two scabrous street dogs and tightened her grasp on her cane.
"What do you want? I don't let rooms, and if you've business with my sons or my husband, they work for a living.”
Lyndsay Faye, Dust and Shadow: An Account of the Ripper Killings by Dr. John H. Watson

Wilkie Collins
“While it was impossible to be formal and reserved in her company, it was more than impossible to take the faintest vestige of a liberty with her, even in thought. I felt this instinctively, even while I caught the infection of her own bright gaiety of spirits--even while I did my best to answer her in her own frank, lively way.”
Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White

Sarah E. Morin
“That’s what he reminded her of. Rock. She could see the Conquisani line in him, though his features were not so well-crafted as Cryndien’s or Arpien’s. He was not so tall, either. Broader. More muscle. A boulder. His eyes were set deep in his face, his stern brow set over them like a guard to discourage anyone from searching within. He reminded Nissa of a half-finished granite statue. Or a slightly depressed brown bear.”
Sarah E. Morin, Waking Beauty

Rachel Spangler
“She's like a reverse M&M, all sweet and smooth on the outside with a tough shell inside.”
Rachel Spangler, Does She Love You?

Edgar Cantero
“Ursula ta-daed back before their eyes, her noodle legs looking like Hellboy’s right fist, ending in heavy-armored sneakers.”
Edgar Cantero, This Body's Not Big Enough for Both of Us

Richard Brautigan
“His eyes were like the shoelaces of a harpsichord.”
Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America

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