Top 198 Quotes & Sayings by Mira Grant

We have to burn brightly. We can’t burn forever

It's the oldest story in the world. Boy loves girl. Boy loses girl. Boy gets girl back thanks to the unethical behavior of megalomaniacal mad scientists who never met a corpse they wouldn't try to resurrect. Anyone coming within a hundred yards of my happy ending had better pray that they're immune to bullets. - Shaun Mason

Librarianship is a form of heroism. It’s just not as flashy as swords and dragons.

Some people live where they work. Others just visit.?

Dramatic exits are the last refuge of the infantile personality

My mother once told me that no women is naked when she comes equipped with a bad mood and a steady glare.

Sometimes, the hardest habit to break is the habit of doing nothing beyond the necessary.

When Rome burned, the emperor's cats still expected to be fed on time.

Repetition is sometimes the best way to deal with the Luideag: just keep saying the same thing over and over until she gets fed up and gives you what you want. All preschoolers have an instinctive grasp of this concept, but most don’t practice it on immortal water demons. That’s probably why there are so few disembowelments in your average preschool.

Sometimes in the news, "luck" is just a matter of "capitalizing on someone else's pain.

Hysteria takes too much energy to be maintained forever.

Blood is thicker than water, but family isn’t just about blood. Family is about faith, and loyalty, and who you love. If you don’t have those things, I don’t care what the blood says. You’re not family.

You're a mad scientist,' said Maggie, in what may well have been intended as a reassuring tone. 'We don't expect you to be nice. We just go to bed every night hoping you won't mutate us before we wake up.' Dr. Abbey blinked at her. 'That's...almost sweet. In a disturbing sort of a way.

In my defense, the corpse was entirely unexpected.

You can't kill the truth.

Never tempt fate. It plays for keeps.

I feel the closest to crazy when I'm disagreeing with the voice in my head

Anyone who thinks cryptozoology is the study of the impossible has never really taken a very good look at the so-called "natural world." Once you get past the megamouth sharks, naked mole rats, and spotted hyenas, then the basilisks, dragons, and cuckoos just don't seem that unreasonable. Unpleasant, yes, but unreasonable? Not really.

Being a King sort of sucks," I said. Quentin wrinkled his nose, "So does your outfit." "Blood is in this season.

One man's gospel truth is another man's blasphemous lie. The dangerous thing about people is the way we'll try to kill anyone whose truth doesn't agree with ours.

The Argentine tango isn't here to play nicely with the other children. The Argentine tango is here to seduce your women, spill things on your rug, and sneak out your bedroom window in the middle of the night.

Me, I say those are all great things to live for, if they're what happens to float your boat, but at the end of the day, there's got to be somebody you're doing it for. Just one person you're thinking of everytime you make a decision, everytime you tell the truth, or tell a lie, or anything. I've got mine. Do you?

Crazy gets all the knives.

The only thing we have in this world that is utterly and intrinsically ours is our integrity.

Given a choice between life and death, choose life. Given a choice between right and wrong, choose what's right. And given a choice between a terrible truth and a beautiful lie, choose the truth every time.

Be good. Be kind to each other. And if there's somebody you love, tell them. The world always needs more love.

Madness is surprisingly freeing.

I require something so horrifically alcoholic that it makes livers tremble with fear and run for their lives when its name is uttered.

Alive or dead, the truth won't rest. Rise up while you can.

How did you find me anyway." "For all that I must keep reminding you that I am not a bloodhound, it's true that on occasion, having a sensitive nose is a useful thing. I followed the smell of you." Tybalt sighed, looking exaggeratedly put-upon. "If you must be ferried back to your people, I suppose I can oblige. But only because you asked me so very nicely, and promised me a kiss.

Growing up in my family meant ambushes on your birthday, crossbows for Christmas, and games of dodge ball where the balls were occasionally rigged to explode. It also meant learning how to work your way out of a wide variety of death traps. Failure to get loose on your own could lead to missing dinner, or worse, being forced to admit that you missed dinner because your baby sister had tied you to the couch. Again.

And then everything was in the hands of gravity, which has never had much love for the terminally stupid.

Sometimes you need lies to stay alive.

...but that was the thing about reality. It didn't need to make sense.

I just find it interesting that kids apparently used to cry when Bambi's mother died. George and I both held our breaths, and then cheered when she didn't reanimate and try to eat her son.

He's going to be okay," said Quentin. "He has to. He's Tybalt. You'd be all weird and irritating if he wasn't around." "Weird and irritating?" I raised an eyebrow. "What gives you that idea?" Quentin shrugged. "That's already how you get when he isn't around.

I'd say it was nice knowing you, but as you've effectively ruined my life, it almost certainly hasn't been.

A proper lady should be able to smile pretty, wear sequins like she means it, and kick a man's ass nine ways from Sunday while wearing stiletto heels. If she can't do that much, she's not trying hard enough.

Hey!" I turned, crossing my arms and glaring. "I was talking to him!" Tybalt eyed me with amusement, which just made me glare harder. "No, you were inciting him to stab you with a toothpick. Again, the difference is small, but I think it matters.

...even saying good-bye isn’t enough. There’s always one more thing you should have had the time to say, or do, or ask. There’s always going to be that one missing piece.

Hello?” I peered into the shadows. Two green circles flashed in the dark. I yelped, jumping backward and pressing myself against the wall. “And may I wish a very good morning to you, too, October.” The voice was amused, underscored by a chuckle like thick cream. “What happened? Did the prettiest little princess miss her carriage home?

Blood is one thing, but that’s not all that goes into family. The family you choose is the family that really matters. They’re the ones who’ll keep you standing.

If anything attacked us, we could just panic at it until it went away.

I guess in the end, it doesn’t matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.

Nobody cares if you're an idiot, as long as you're a useful one.

Think about that for a moment. They died for you. Now take a good look at the life you're living and tell me: Did they do the right thing?

Why is it you assholes always feel the need to tell the media your evil plans before you kill us?” asked Becks. “Is it a union requirement or something?

Shaun get your sister her glasses. She looks naked without them. It's creeping me out.

When you're going to play with dead things, do it during the daylight.

We are a nation equally afraid of gathering together and being alone.

If we didn't fear the truths we didn't hear, we'd lose the need to fear the ones we did.

The laws of physics have already been violated. What happens if they decide to press charges?

This is what I do know: A lie, however well-intended, can't prepare you for reality or change the world... To tell the truth is to provide armament against a world too full of cruelties to be defeated with simple falsehoods... It seems to me we owe the world--more, we owe ourselves--the exchange of comfort for the chance that maybe the truth can do what people always say it can. The truth may, given the opportunity, set us free.

May posterity show mercy when it look back upon the work we do today. We did what we could with what we had.

Jan built herself an ivory tower to keep the wolves out; she never dreamed they were already inside.

The difference between the truth and a lie is that both of them can hurt, but only one will take the time to heal you afterward.

Nothing is impossible to kill. It's just that sometimes after you kill something you have to keep shooting it until it stops moving

Just once, I want to meet the villain in a cheerful, brightly lit room. Possibly one with kittens.

Follow the rules whenever possible. That makes it a lot more surprising when you break them.

Call me paranoid. I´m frequently right.