The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door Quotes

“In the end, it was four words that changed the course of our lives and the history of the world. Perhaps it wasn’t really so surprising. They were, after all, the most important words in any language.
‘What are you reading?”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“That can be the most insidious way to keep someone out of a place: to make it so unpleasant they no longer see the point in fighting to be there.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“I was used to feeling stupid—it was the first step to knowledge, I always told my students—but this was different. I had been the worst kind of scholar, the kind who accepts answers without even realising there are questions to ask.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“That was just what I told myself, to give myself the excuse. I wanted to see for myself if it worked. I wanted to be the one who made it work.” I fumbled for words in the dark, and found only his own. “I was sick of pretending everything was fine since the war too. I didn’t just want to fix you. I wanted to fix everything.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“I’m not a good person, Clover. You believe I am because I’m clever and charming, but neither of those things are virtues. And you’ve never tried to cross me in anything I want to do.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“I know we were all angry and bitter, but we were friends. We should have tried to make amends. Instead we all went our separate ways, we barely looked at one another after we came back to Camford, like first-years after a regrettable one-night stand.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“He paused, frustrated. “I don’t know what it was about. Just that sometimes I’m sick of pretending everything’s fine.” That struck me with the physical force of an epiphany, like learning the term for a concept in magical studies that had been vague and nebulous and now suddenly made sense. Because we were all pretending, weren’t we?”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“I reached out and squeezed his hand on impulse, and he smiled faintly as he squeezed it back. “Thank you,” I said. “Only if you’re sure. I mean that.” I didn’t, really, and he must have known it. The most I can say for myself is that I tried.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“I had spent so many years shaping myself into what they had wanted me to be, and all it had done was annoy them.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“But the world had never been safe, not for everybody. It had been broken for a very long time, and the war had only shown those cracks for what they were. It couldn’t be patched over. It needed to shatter if it was ever to be rebuilt into something glittering and new.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“I knew my friend; I recognized him now. And I wished with all my heart that I didn’t”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“I stopped fighting the vines and started fighting myself.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“Superstition clung to the hill like shreds of cobweb—”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“What are you reading? he had asked, and he had laughed as if I had meant it when I said, A book. I had loved him from that moment. It was a strange, intense, complicated love, wrapped around Camford and Hero and Eddie and Ashfield and a whole shimmering way of life, embedded in my heart like a climbing rose. I didn’t know what to do with that love now, but I was grateful for it nonetheless.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“We had all done so many foolish and terrible things trying to save the people we loved.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“I’m sorry about it, but it wasn’t my doing. It was centuries before I was even born, for God’s sake. Our world was built on the back of it, and we can’t undo it without bringing everything crashing down. Believe me, you’ve a stake in this too.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“I’d walked through Camford blinkered, and the worst part was that those blinkers had been worn willingly.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“I couldn’t tell if that was meant to be helpful or condescending, and it didn’t matter. I’d learned long ago that I wasn’t going to get far in the magical world if I stumbled over every perceived slight.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“My success was measured by how well I could assimilate myself into Camford despite my shortcomings.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“The faerie ignored this exchange. It was looking at me, its green eyes fixed and unwavering. I have never been looked at like that before or since. It made the rest of the world recede into white noise.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“I never did like this room,” Hero said with distaste. “That’s utter rubbish,” Alden said absently. “You never gave this room a second thought in your entire life.” “If I don’t like something, darling,” Hero said, at her most Hero, “then that’s exactly how I treat it.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“Here is where I have to make another confession: I knew what I should have answered. If Alden had told Hero what he wanted to believe, as she quite rightly predicted he would, it would have been because he had truly made himself believe it. That was how Alden’s brain worked, what made him so convincing and so difficult to resist. He was absolutely capable of persuading himself. I wasn’t. The scholarship was sound, as far as it went. But the scholarship was far from perfect, especially when we were learning out of scraps from old books and illegal experiments.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“I didn’t, at that point, recognise the gleam in his eye as dangerous. It was the echo of the gleam in my own, and I hadn’t yet learned that mine was dangerous too.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“In the end, it was four words that changed the course of our lives and the history of the world. Perhaps it wasn’t really so surprising. They were, after all, the most important words in any language. “What are you reading?”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door

“For the last time, his eyes met mine. Just for a second, in a searing flash of dust and sunlight and the smell of old paper, we were in the Camford Library with the whole world spread before us. What are you reading? he had asked, and he had laughed as if I had meant it when I said, A book.”
― H.G. Parry, The Scholar and the Last Faerie Door