Introductions Quotes

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George Eliot
“One can begin so many things with a new person! - even begin to be a better man.”
George Eliot, Middlemarch

Cassandra Clare
“Hugo is a raven,and, as such he knows many things. I, meanwhile, am Hodge Starkweathe, a professor of history, as such, I do not know nearly enough.”
Cassandra Clare, City of Bones

J.K. Rowling
“Are you sure that’s a real spell?’ said the girl. ‘Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and its all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all. It was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard – I’ve learnt all our set books off by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough – I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?’

She said all this very fast.

Harry looked at Ron, and was relieved to see by his stunned face that he hadn’t learned all the course books by heart either.

‘I’m Ron Weasley,’ Ron muttered.

‘Harry Potter,’ said Harry.

‘Are you really?’ said Hermione. ‘I know all about you, of course – I got a few extra books for background reading, and you’re in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century.’

‘Am I?’ said Harry, feeling dazed.

‘Goodness, didn’t you know, I’d have found out everything I could if it was me,’ said Hermione.”
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

Michael  Grant
“I am the gaiaphage.”
Michael Grant, Hunger

Katherine Rundell
“He was thirty-six years old, and six foot three. He spoke English to people and French to cats, and Latin to the birds. He had once nearly killed himself trying to read and ride a horse at the same time.”
Katherine Rundell, Rooftoppers

Harlan Ellison
“I was there when the first dreams came off the assembly line. I was there when the corrupted visions that had congealed in the vats were pincered up and hosed off and carried down the line to be dropped onto the rolling belts. I was there when the first workmen dropped their faceplates and turned on their welding torches. I was there when they began welding the foul things into their armor, when they began soldering the antennae, bolting on the wheels, pouring in the eye-socket jelly. I was there when they turned the juice on them and I was there when the things began to twitch.”
Harlan Ellison

Fletcher Pratt
“The more people that meet each other, the better it is for all of them. ("The Gift Of God").”
Fletcher Pratt, Tales from Gavagan's Bar

Boris Karloff
“The average introduction to almost any book is somewhat of a bore”
Boris Karloff, And the Darkness Falls

Howard Tayler
“Are you done briefing the company yet?"

"We, um... Haven't gotten through the introductions yet."

"Allow me: Time-traveling Kevyn Andreyasn, this is the mercenary company "Tagon's Toughs."

"Company, this is the time-traveling Kevyn Andreyasn, who will have become your captain thirty-two hours from now, as of seven weeks ago.
Now, quick. Let's go save the galaxy while they're confused.”
Howard Tayler, Resident Mad Scientist

Rick Yancey
It’s Sammy, holding on to Ben, because he’s feeling the Ben thing a little more than he is the Cassie one at the moment. Who’s this guy falling from the ductwork, and what’s he doing with my sister?
“This must be Sammy,” Evan says.
“This is Sammy,” I say. “Oh! And this is—”
“Ben Parish,” Ben says.
“Ben Parish?” Evan looks at me. That Ben Parish?
“Ben,” I say, my face on fire. I want to laugh and crawl under the counter at the same time. “This is Evan Walker.”
“Is he your boyfriend?” Sammy asks.
I don’t know what to say. Ben looks totally lost, Evan completely amused, and Sammy just damned curious. It’s my first truly awkward moment in the alien lair, and I’d been through my share of moments.
“He’s a friend from high school,” I mutter.
And Evan corrects me, since it’s clear I’ve lost my mind. “Actually, Sam, Ben is Cassie’s friend from high school.”
“She’s not my friend,” Ben says. “I mean, I guess I kind of remember her…” Then Evan’s words sink in. “How do you know who I am?”
“He doesn’t!” I fairly shout.
Cassie told me about you,” Evan says. I elbow him in the ribs, and he gives me a look like What?
“Maybe we can chat about how everybody knows one another later”
Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

Simone Elkeles
“Okay, so I shouldn't have fucked with her on the introduction thing. Writing nothing except, Saturday night. You and me. Driving lessons and hot sex ... in her notebook probably wasn't the smartest move. But I was itching to make Little Miss Perfecta stumble in her introduction of me. And stumbling she is.
"Miss Ellis?"
I watch in amusement as Perfection herself looks up at Peterson. Oh, she's good. This partner of mine knows how to hide her true emotions, something I recognize because I do it all the time.
"Yes?" Brittany says, tilting her head and smiling like a beauty queen.
I wonder if that smile has ever gotten her out of a speeding ticket.
"It's your turn. Introduce Alex to the class."
I lean an elbow on the lab table, waiting for an introduction she has to either make up or fess up she knows less than crap about me. She glances at my comfortable position and I can tell from her deer-in-the-headlights look I've stumped her.
"This is Alejandro Fuentes," she starts, her voice hitching the slightest bit. My temper flares at the mention of my given name, but I keep a cool facade as she continues with a made-up introduction. "When he wasn't hanging out on street corners and harassing innocent people this summer, he toured the inside of jails around the city, if you know what I mean. And he has a secret desire nobody would ever guess."
The room suddenly becomes quiet. Even Peterson straightens to attention. Hell, even I'm listening like the words coming out of Brittany's lying, pink-frosted lips are gospel.
"His secret desire," she continues, "is to go to college and become a chemistry teacher, like you, Mrs. Peterson."
Yeah, right. I look over at my friend Isa, who seems amused that a white girl isn't afraid of giving me smack in front of the entire class.
Brittany flashes me a triumphant smile, thinking she's won this round. Guess again, gringa.
I sit up in my chair while the class remains silent.
"This is Brittany Ellis," I say, all eyes now focused on me. "This summer she went to the mall, bought new clothes so she could expand her wardrobe, and spent her daddy's money on plastic surgery to enhance her, ahem, assets."
It might not be what she wrote, but it's probably close enough to the truth. Unlike her introduction of me.
Chuckles come from mis cuates in the back of the class, and Brittany is as stiff as a board beside me, as if my words hurt her precious ego. Brittany Ellis is used to people fawning all over her and she could use a little wake-up call. I'm actually doing her a favor. Little does she know I'm not finished with her intro.
"Her secret desire," I add, getting the same reaction as she did during her introduction, "is to date a Mexicano before she graduates."
As expected, my words are met by comments and low whistles from the back of the room.
"Way to go, Fuentes," my friend Lucky barks out.
"I'll date you, mamacita, " another says.
I give a high five to another Latino Blood named Marcus sitting behind me just as I catch Isa shaking her head as if I did something wrong. What? I'm just having a little fun with a rich girl from the north side.
Brittany's gaze shifts from Colin to me. I take one look at Colin and with my eyes tell him game on. Colin's face instantly turns bright red, resembling a chile pepper. I have definitely invaded his territory.”
Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

Seán Cullen
“Mrs. Francis, may I introduce the Scourge of the Skies, the Terror of Dairy Farmers, the Lord of Lactose, Master of the Cheese Pirates of Snow Monkey Island, Captain Cheesebeard.”
Sean Cullen, Hamish X and the Cheese Pirates

Harlan Ellison
“She thinks we were all killed when they made the Great Sweep, but I escaped in the mud.”
Harlan Ellison

Beth Ramsay
“If you are uncomfortable meeting people on your own, the perfect way to do it is to volunteer to help greet those who arrive. This way, you have a purposeful task that is meeting people. Be sure to wear your name tag (on the right side of your body, please) and have business cards at the ready.”
Beth Ramsay, #Networking is people looking for people looking for people

Elizabeth Kay
“I'm a shreddermouf, aren't I?' 'I was afraid of that,' said Tansy. He was going to keep her in his larder until he was hungy again, and then he was going to rip her apart. 'Dis is my lair', said the shreddermouth proudly. 'It's de best lair in Tiratattle.' 'Is it?' said Tansy. 'Oh yes. It's a drainage tunnel. Goes right up to de surface, it does. Lots of storage space. My name's Gulp.' 'Tansy,' said Tansy, deciding not to ask him what he kept in his storage space and wondering whether introductions were quite the thing.”
Elizabeth Kay, The Divide

Beth Ramsay
“Ask people you know if they can introduce you to someone you are specifically looking to meet.”
Beth Ramsay, #Networking is people looking for people looking for people

Barbara Jean Coast
“Do you mind? Just drape your arm around her shoulder. That's it. Yes this is good, Mr.Henshaw. Getting your picture taken with Daphne is a great way to introduce you to our set. Welcome to Santa Lucia!”
Barbara Jean Coast, Strangled by Silk

Katherine McIntyre
“You know, stealing someone’s kill is bad form,” he complained, cutting through the quiet tension.”
Katherine McIntyre, Hunting for Spring

Tamela Rich
“When someone asks, "What do you do?” don't start with your occupation or family status. Instead, tell them about the "real you" with a spin.
You might say, "Back home I'm run a coffee shop, but on this trip, I'm getting in touch with the part of me who wished she'd studied archeology.”
Tamela Rich, Hit The Road: A Woman's Guide to Solo Motorcycle Touring

“Don’t second guess your professional first impression.”
Mitch Miles

Aminatta Forna
“My name is Attila.’ ah-til-ha.
‘That’s an unusual name,’ Jean said.
‘to whom?’ replied Attila cheerfully.
‘Well . . . everyone,’ said Jean.
‘not to the Hungarians or the Turks,’ said Attila.
‘your parents named you after Attila the Hun?’
Attila smiled. ‘Some people,’ he said, ‘name their baby girls Victoria.”
Aminatta Forna, Happiness

Robert Boyle
“Not needlessly to confound the herald with the historian, and begin a relation by a pedigree, I shall content myself to inform you [only gives, thankfully, his mother and father].”
Robert Boyle, Robert Boyle: By Himself and His Friends: With a Fragment of William Wotton's 'Lost Life of Boyle'

Katherine McIntyre
“Hey, boss,” Alanna approached from the hallway. “We fucked up.” The woman was all sharp angles, her plucked eyebrows precise enough to slice, cheekbones like a declaration, and obsidian eyes that bored into him.”
Katherine McIntyre, Midnight Heist

Caitlin Crews
“I have lived in many places, you understand. Not only different countries with different languages, but in many conditions. Rich, poor, and many shades between. And I have never met a person who introduced themselves to me by telling me how special they were who was, in any way, special.”
Caitlin Crews, Just One More Night

“Can you imagine a mother saying to a young child trying to make a sound that approximates mama, "Don't copy me, kid, . . . make up your own language," or a teacher complaining as a child tries to approximate her letters so that we can write his name saying, "Make up your own script"?”
Geraldine Schwartz

Sonali Dev
“Sid Dashwood! Of course. It's so great to finally meet you. This is Naina. Naina Kohli."
"Naina Kohli, the spurned ex," Naina announced grandly, and raised the glass of water the bartender handed her. "Spurned for the love of your sister. Yay, India!" She closed her eyes and made what could only be construed as a drunk person's attempt at the om sound. "Everyone's favorite yogi.”
Sonali Dev, The Emma Project

Sarah J. Maas
“I see you brought home a new pet,' she said, nose crinkling with distaste.

Something like fear had entered Lucien's eyes, as if he, too, beheld the monster that lurked beneath that beautiful face.

Indeed, it seemed he had heard of her already. Before I could introduce him, Lucien bowed at the waist. Deeply. Cassian let out an amused grunt, and I shot him a warning glare.

Amren smiled slightly. 'Already trained, I see.'

Lucien slowly straightened, as if he were standing before the open maw of some great plains-cat he did not wish to startle with sudden movements.

'Amren, this is Lucien... Vanserra.'

Lucien stiffened. 'I don't use my family's name.' He clarified to Amren with another incline of his head. 'Lucien will do.'

I suspected he'd ceased using that name the moment his lover's heart had stopped beating.”
Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

Neil Gaiman
“This is the loophole writers get: if you read our books, we aren‘t dead.”
Neil Gaiman

Jennifer L. Armentrout
“I'll tell you who I am, although I have a feeling you already know. I'm Hawke Flynn.'

'Hi,' I said, feeling foolish for doing so.

The dimple in his right cheek deepened. 'This is the part where you tell me your name.'

My lips nor my tongue moved.

'Then I'll have to keep calling you Princess.”
Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

Alana Albertson
“Please call me Enrique. When you say Señor Montez, I think of my dad."
"I'll call you Joseph tomorrow."
Enrique raised his eyebrow at her. "Oh yeah? What will you call me on Wednesday?"
She licked her lower lip. "Nothing. Because after Las Posadas ends, I'll never lay eyes on you again."
Enrique laughed. He reached out his hand to her, and she offered it up in a shake, but he flipped the script and kissed it. "We'll see about that. Good night, mi amor."
She glared at him. "Mi amor?"
His hand grazed hers. "Yeah. You're my wife, right?"
"For one night only. And then I'll never be anyone's wife again.”
Alana Albertson, Kiss Me, Mi Amor