Prudence Quotes

“Rue gave a little mental sigh. No one would ever describe her as deadly attractive. She brightened a bit. Perhaps she could aspire to just deadly?”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“One could not blame a people for disliking vampires. Vampires were like brussels sprouts - not for everyone and impossible to improve upon with sauce.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“He wielded verbal italics as if they were capable of actual bodily harm.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“Percy has a cat, named Footnote. Or as Virgil put it, Footnote has a human, named Percy.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“But there is a sign!” objected Primrose in semi-shock. “A sign indicating pets aren’t permitted. Really, some people.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“The monkeys, she explained, were considered reincarnated politicians, which made Rue laugh and the stick entirely understandable.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“How did we go from tea to death so quickly?” wondered Quesnel. “Sometimes,” said Prim darkly, “there is a very fine line between the two.” “There’s”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“The Rakshasa," said Percy pedantically, "are a different breed altogether from our vampires. Much in the same way that poodles and dachshunds are different breeds of dog. Rakshasas are reviled in India. Their position as tax collectors is an attempts by the crown to integrate them in a more progressive and mundane manner."

Rue said, "Oh, how logical. Because we all know ordaining someone as a tax collector is the surest way to get them accepted by society.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“The monkeys, she explained, were considered reincarnated politicians, which made Rue laugh and the stick entirely understandable. Quesnel”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“Ah, to be young and agile again,' said Primrose.
'We were never that young,' replied Rue.
'More to the point, we were never that agile,' said Prim with a soft smile.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“Sensing a favourable shift, Prim called for celebratory muffins and jam. Muffins and jam seemed to sooth everyone’s temper, particularly the Alpha Vanara’s whose delight in the jam was that of a child discovering blancmange for the first time. Rue could sympathise. She often felt that way about really good jam, not to mention blancmange. And this was, after all, gooseberry.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“Rue floated through it all on a puffy cloud of ulterior motives.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“Rue carried her mother's parasol, which was too ugly to match any of her outfits, but was more sturdy than any of her fashionable ones. This one, felt Rue, could really cause damage to a noggin if applied with enough enthusiasm. Somehow this made her feel more secure about life in general.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“Well, life with Percy was probably extremely dull. “And Footnote, miss?” “Footnote?” “Himself’s cat.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“Oh my goodness, are those kilts? I’ve never seen them outside the history books. They are an appealing fashion statement, aren’t they?” Rue could not help but agree–after all, how often did one get to admire a gentleman’s knees in polite society?”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“Not a lot could stop an infantry in full march, but Rue supposed she was now one of the few to claim that dubious honour. If only some of the now conquered lands had known–naked aristocrats is all it takes.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“If that Alpha wanted to dash off into the jungle with a mysterious goddess on her back on a whimsical evening run in the middle of a prospective battle, they would go with her.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“I must say, like most daughters, I resent being accused of emulating my mother.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“My dearest Puggle, my whole life with you has been a series of explosive events. Why should this be any different?”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“And, my darlingest of puggles, she is yours to command.” Rue was moved to italics by the gesture. “Mine?”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“The formidable Lord and Lady Maccon were both prone to yelling loudly and bashing the noggins of those whose opinions did not mesh with theirs.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“Her mother's face was all thunderclouds. "Give up stays, indeed! With your figure? To think, you've been dancing without support. Lordy, lordy. The uncontrollable wobble of it all!”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“It must be said, however, that large hairy men ill-suited pink ruffles. It was like seeing a mastiff in an ostrich feather boa.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“Do you know?” “Do I know what?” “If they need more water.” “No, I don’t. You might ask a farmer.” “Don’t be ridiculous. There must be a book on the subject.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“Spoo looked at the funny little necklace doubtfully. "That's all?"
"And ask if I can have my dress and shoes back, would you? And Mr Lefoux's hat, perhaps?"
Spoo looked scandalised. "I don't think I want to know.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“No one would ever describe her as deadly attractive. She brightened a bit. Perhaps she could aspire to just deadly?”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“She'll never let him go."
"Which she?"
"Either she."
"I think you'll find he's got a mind of his own these days."
"Oh, you think so, do you? That's a manifold problem. I don't like men who won't listen to my mind over theirs.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“suited”
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“How did we go from tea to death so quickly?”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence

“And the three ladies, as is often the case when women of sense serve tea to men of passion, prevailed.”
― Gail Carriger, Prudence