Dead Beat Quotes

“It’s stars, Galaxy,” he said softly as he drifted into sleep. “The last word is always stars.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“That was a lie. The movies loved cold-eyed assassins and flinty lone wolves. But the world needed people who wept and fought on, saps and suckers and fools who had their hearts broken but kept loving anyway, women who knew how to work magic with nothing but water and flour, a little salt, and a will that could grind iron to dust.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“This was friendship, he supposed. You learned the rhythms of hurt and apology. You crashed through each other's lives and hoped for grace in the final tally of the damage.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“Healing is the most transgressive magic because it denies death.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“That’s right, Darlington. Talk Dante to me.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“But for any of these substances to work, whether they be soup or broth or stew, they must be made *from scratch.* Why? Of course this guarantees strict control of the ingredients and their freshness. But if we understand that demons feed on our emotions, might we not require such nourishment as well? The grinding, chopping, stirring, steeping effort of the maker? 'Kitchen magic' has long been sneered at for its association with the domestic-- i.e., it is understood to be women's work. But I would argue this: Healing is the most transgressive magic because it denies death.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“But everybody loved a dead girl, someone to mourn, to dress up in flowers, to remember as sweeter and more gentle than she had ever been, to make into a cautionary tale. When she was dust, they could cry over her coffin and congradulate themselves for trying to be kind to someone so difficult.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“What? Like it’s hard?”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“Figuring out how to die wasn't much different from learning how to live.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“She was new to this kind of pact, but she understood it: I will keep your stories safe. I will never use them against you.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“I am the bridges and roads of the Ninth House. I am the keeper of the archives and the armory”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“Maybe he’ll get hit by a bus. One I’m driving.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“North, she asked, "what is it like on the other side?"

"Lonely," he said, already fading from view. "Just like life.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“Darlington was like a beautiful object on a shelf. She could admire him, talk about him, even covet him. But she knew his value too well.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“Listen to this,” said Turner. “It’s all Manifest Destiny and it’s not our right; it’s our duty until November 1. Then he says, I am without energy or will to record what has happened. I know only despair. There is but one word I need write that may encompass our sins: hubris.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“She swallowed the spider to catch the fly. They could find a cat to swallow this spider later.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“But for any of these substances to work, whether they be soup or broth or stew, they must be made from scratch. Why? Of course this guarantees strict control of the ingredients and their freshness. But if we understand that demons feed on our emotions, might we not require such nourishment as well? The grinding, chopping, stirring, steeping effort of the maker? “Kitchen magic” has long been sneered at for its association with the domestic—i.e., it is understood to be women’s work. But I would argue this: Healing is the most transgressive magic because it denies death.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“Go down to the vile dust, from whence he sprung, unwept, unhonored, and unsung.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“Flour and water and salt and yeast in her hands. Rosemary beneath her knife. The heat of the oven. The surety of transformation. The peace of the armory, each drawer set to rights, each label placed carefully, a universe of order and understanding. Her body like a bruise that the world kept touching when all she wanted was just to be left alone.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“The movies loved cold-eyed assassins and flinty lone wolves. But the world needed people who wept and fought on, saps and suckers and fools who had their hearts broken but kept loving anyway, women who knew how to work magic with nothing but water and flour, a little salt, and a will that could grind iron to dust.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“What did it mean if he was just as lost as she was?”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“He was staring up at his mother, and she was all he had, all he needed, and he knew he’d never want for anything.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“At least the pizza had been good. Alex had taken home 2 garlic & tomato pies from Zuppardi's. And it had almost made the rest of it worth while.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat

“You’re ridiculous. He’s a vampire”
― Leigh Bardugo, Dead Beat