Reflections Quotes

“You're a handsome one, aren't you?" she cooed. "So strong and sturdy. What a good hasp you must have; what a firm sense of your purpose. But you've been holding your place for so long. You can't be expecting to stay closed forever. Why, that isn't fair! The people who put you here don't appreciate you the way I do. They don't understand how difficult it is to be a lock, and do the things you do. I would appreciate you always. I would never leave you alone in the rain to rust."

"Are we watching a woman try to seduce a lock?" asked Andrew. "I'm not objecting if we are -- your kink is okay and all -- but I just want to confirm that everyone else is seeing what I'm seeing, here."

The lock clicked as it released, popping open.

"No, we're watch a woman successfully seduce a lock, said Jeffery. "Fascinating."

"Her love life must involve a lot of handcuffs," I said, earning myself a snort from Ciara as she reached out and removed the padlock from its place on the door.

"Don't ask about mine and I won't ask about yours," she said, making the lock disappear into her pocket.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“Sloane sauntered into the observation room like she didn’t have a care in the world, and scowled when she saw the coffee cup in my hand. “I came for coffee,” she said. “If you have consumed all the coffee, I am going to straight-up fucking murder you, and drink a latte out of your skull.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“Honey, if you’re telling me David Bowie is somewhere in this maze, I may forget that I’m a married man,” said Andy, and followed Carlos into the wall. That”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“Who the fuck has a hedge maze in a residential neighborhood?” “This woman’s parents,” said Piotr. “Aside from that . . . serial killers, presumably. People who enjoy Stephen King novels a bit too much. And people who are hoping that one night, they’ll wake up to find David Bowie standing at their window.” “Right,”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“In aeternum felicitas vindactio. Defending happily ever after.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“I’ve always found profanity to be a lot like bacon,” said Ciara. “It works wonders on the flavor of your speech, but it lacks impact when used excessively.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“I like profanity—it’s practically my mother tongue—but I try to use words that insult without demeaning, when I can.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“Me and Death have an agreement, asshole,” I said. “He doesn’t mess with me, and I don’t tear his skeleton nuts off.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“Ciara wasn’t as aggressive a driver as Henry sometimes was, but let’s face it: neither was Mr. Toad from The Wind in the Willows.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“It must have been very difficult, being Sloane.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“I hate paperwork,” announced Andy, looking up from his desk. “How is it that we have a form for ‘you got a gingerbread house dropped on your head’? How do we have a job where that’s something you’d need a form for?” “There’s”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“His sophomore Creative Writing class was as silent as a room full of teenagers could be, only whispering and shuffling a little as they tried to complete their papers. This wasn’t one of the “easy A” electives, and he usually got the kids who were serious about the idea of being better writers. Half of them just wanted to get better so they could improve their Pacific Rim hurt/comfort fanfic, but there was nothing wrong with that. Besides, one of them had let slip that a good portion of the class was posting on Archive of Our Own, and he’d spent a few nights with a beer in his hand, learning more about his students. He hadn’t read the NC-17 pieces—there were professional limits—and yet he felt he respected them more as writers because he’d seen what they were capable of when they weren’t being graded.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“You’re like a horoscope in horticulture.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“We are not paragraphs to be bound by short phrases and shorter lives. We are the shape of the story.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“She is just one paragraph; I am the page. I am the chapter and the verse."

"A line--a word--can change the meaning of an entire book.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“I felt like a little mermaid, rendered voiceless by her own longing.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“There are lots of stories about snow [...] but the Snow White story--MY story--is not about snow. It IS snow. It is the story of all those girls who walked into winter not knowing if they'd come out on the other side. We are the point between Persephone and pandora and ours i the frost and the frozen world that never, never thaws.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“I let my face go slack, eyes focusing on a spot just behind her. This was a lot to risk on the sort of thing that most second graders wouldn’t fall for, but I didn’t see another way. “What the hell is that?” The wood turned. I bolted.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“verdict of the warden, a big, burly man who had almost been cast as the leading role in a manifestation of Pinocchio when he was a boy. Blame Disney for that one: the story was a recent invention, as narratives went, but it was close enough to parts of the ATI that the narrative had been able to latch on to it and start turning flesh to wood.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“Are you sure she didn’t put some sort of a spell on you? An HR spell, that makes you play nicely with others for a change?”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“Casual conversation could be monitored and, given the day’s purpose, could be used against us in a court of human resources.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“I looked to Demi. “Save him,” I said, half command, half plea. She nodded. “I will,” she said, and started playing again. This”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“If I were to make a list of shit that is so clearly a terrible idea that I shouldn't have to explain to people why I'm not going to do it, walking into the hedge maze behind a mansion full of dead bodies would have been right up there. Not top 5 maybe, but high enough that I wouldn't have expected people to make me do it.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“Nothing else seems out of the ordinary for a horrible haunted forest being inhabited by a child eating witch.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections

“If there was one thing we shared, thanks to our upbringing in an ATI-aware household, it was the knowledge that the sudden smell of mysterious baked goods never meant anything good for anybody.”
― Seanan McGuire, Reflections