Archivist Wasp Quotes

“Its deadpan and her sarcasm sailed straight on past each other, strangers passing on a dark road in the night.”
― Nicole Kornher-Stace, Archivist Wasp

“There are worse ways to die than trying.”
― Nicole Kornher-Stace, Archivist Wasp

“If Wasp were writing field notes on herself, they’d read: plans attempted: 1000000 plans succeeded: 0 never learns. better off destroyed.”
― Nicole Kornher-Stace, Archivist Wasp

“You keep me because none of you can kill me.”
― Nicole Kornher-Stace, Archivist Wasp

“If a ghost was a recording of a memory, as some believed, and Wasp pulled back the curtain from the third alcove on the right, she might find the wide-eyed bloody-handed ghost of herself, hugging her knees and shivering, trying to unremember the sound of her little dagger sinking hilt-deep into girlflesh, the day she earned her name.”
― Nicole Kornher-Stace, Archivist Wasp

“That's right, bitch. I'm still here.”
― Nicole Kornher-Stace, Archivist Wasp

“She was the only one of us who’d rather die her way than live theirs. That was Foster’s discipline”
― Nicole Kornher-Stace, Archivist Wasp

“Like a key handed down across centuries until nobody remembered anymore what lock it belonged to or what door it opened, it had waited, as Foster had waited, until it had fallen into the hands of someone who, not knowing the door, was willing, against all odds, to try and find it.”
― Nicole Kornher-Stace, Archivist Wasp

“You know how the waypoints work. I don’t. I get it. But if what you were doing was working, I wouldn’t be here. You brought me down here to figure this out, and I’m going to figure it out. If you don’t want to split up, then help me. Or find a chair and sit in it.”
― Nicole Kornher-Stace, Archivist Wasp

“And maybe that’s all a ghost is, in the end. Regret, grown legs, gone walking.”
― Nicole Kornher-Stace, Archivist Wasp

“She probably will not want to be found. But she is worth finding.”
― Nicole Kornher-Stace, Archivist Wasp

“Wasp swallowed. There was one right thing to say to something like this, she felt, and as the only one here, it was her job to say it, whatever it was. She kicked words around in her mind, all useless, all she had: -I am sure she was strong enough to forgive you. I hope she died well. They say the Ragpicker's favorite sweet is should-have-dones. Don't give Him yours.-” (p 114).”
― Nicole Kornher-Stace, Archivist Wasp