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“I think you鈥檙e a fairy tale. I think you鈥檙e magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you'll let me be in your story.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“And that's how you go on. You lay laughter over the dark parts. The more dark parts, the more you have to laugh. With defiance, with abandon, with hysteria, any way you can.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“He read while he walked. He read while he ate. The other librarians suspected he somehow read while he slept, or perhaps didn't sleep at all.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“What's the point of being old if you can't beleaguer the young with your vast stores of wisdom?

And what's the point of being young if you can't ignore all advice?”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“You really think joy is easier to come by than pain? What have you had more of?”
― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

“It was sadness, lostness, and the worst thing about it was the way it seemed like a default鈥攍ike it was there all the time, and all her other expressions were just an array of masks she used to cover it up.”
― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

“But Hazael only said, "I brought you a present."
Liraz took the flower, looked at it, and then a Hazael, expressionless. And then she ate it. She chewed the flower and swallowed it.
"Hmm," said Hazael. "Not the usual response."
"Oh, do you give flowers often?"
"Yes," he said. He probably did. Hazael had a way of enjoying life in spite of the many restrictions they lived under, being soldiers, and worse, being Misbegotten. "I hope it wasn't poisonous," he said lightly.
Liraz just shrugged. "There are worse ways to die.”
― Laini Taylor, Days of Blood & Starlight

“It was the only lullaby she would ever sing, and it was sung in Hell.”
― Laini Taylor, Lips Touch: Three Times

“There was a word from a myth: sathaz . It was the desire to possess that which can never be yours. It meant senseless, hopeless yearning, the way a gutter child might dream of being king, and it came from the tale of the man who loved the moon.”
― Laini Taylor, Muse of Nightmares

“You needn't trouble yourself. He's only a librarian.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“-Dream up something wild and improbable. Something beautiful and full of monsters.

-Beautiful and full of monsters?

-All the best stories are.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“Her voice would die before she ran out of rage. She could scream a hole in her throat and come unraveled, fall to pieces like moth-chewed silk, and still, from the leftover shreds of her, the little pile of tatters, would pour forth this unending scream.”
― Laini Taylor, Muse of Nightmares

“She may have been the one whose name meant music, but his sounded like it. Saying it made her want to sing it, to lean out a window and call him home. To whisper it in the dark.”
― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

“When all else fails: explosions.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“There was darkness, and monsters vast as worlds swam in it.”
― Laini Taylor, Dreams of Gods & Monsters

“And Esme remembered in a rush--the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the crescendo at the end of a symphony and made her heartbeat quicken.”
― Laini Taylor, Lips Touch: Three Times

“His shadow splayed out huge before him, and his mind gleamed with ancient wars and winged beings, a mountain of melted demon bones and the city on the far side of it--a city that had vanished in the mists of time.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“When they had hurried to the train station with their violin cases, they had drawn almost as many stares as they would on any normal day when their hair was to their knees and sheeting behind them like red silk. A poetic fruit-seller had told them once that they looked like dryads, and they did still, only now they looked like dryads who had tired of snagging their hair on brambles and sliced it all off on the edge of a knife.”
― Laini Taylor, Lips Touch: Three Times

“Lazlo had loved Sarai as a dream, and he would love her as a ghost as well.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“He watched her with a hopeful, piercing scrutiny that made her tingle, she felt so...seen.”
― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

“Her despair may have gone, but it had left its heaviness draped over her, thick and bleak.”
― Laini Taylor, Dreams of Gods & Monsters

“That day and night, the bleeding and the screaming, had knocked something askew for Esme, like a picture swinging crooked on a wall. She loved the life she lived with her mother. It was beautiful. It was, she sometimes thought, a sweet emulation of the fairy tales they cherished in their lovely, gold-edged books. They sewed their own clothes from bolts of velvet and silk, ate all their meals as picnics, indoors or out, and danced on the rooftop, cutting passageways through the fog with their bodies. They embroidered tapestries of their own design, wove endless melodies on their violins, charted the course of the moon each month, and went to the theater and the ballet as often as they liked--every night last week to see Swan Lake again and again. Esme herself could dance like a faerie, climb trees like a squirrel, and sit so still in the park that birds would come to perch on her. Her mother had taught her all that, and for years it had been enough. But she wasn't a little girl anymore, and she had begun to catch hints and glints of another world outside her pretty little life, one filled with spice and poetry and strangers.”
― Laini Taylor, Lips Touch: Three Times

“Staring at herself in the mirror, she found that she'd lost the ability to see herself through her own eyes. She was only what humans would see. Not a girl or a woman or someone in between. They wouldn't see her loneliness or fear or courage, let alone her humanity. They would see only obscenity. Calamity.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“He drifted about with his head full of myths, always at least half lost in some otherland of story. Demons and wingsmiths, seraphim and spirits, he loved it all. He believed in magic, like a child, and in ghosts, like a peasant. His nose was broken by a falling volume of fairy tales on his fist day on the job, and that they said, told you everything you needed to know about Lazlo Strange: head in the clouds, world of his own, fairy tales and fancy.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“Maybe they had existed, all of them: Gabriel and God, Samyaza and his crew and all their enormous biting babies. Who knows? The Elioud dismissed the Book of Enoch as absurd, which was kind of the pot calling the kettle black, Eliza had always thought, but wasn't that what religions did? Squint at one another and declare "My unprovable belief is better than your unprovable belief. Suck it.”
― Laini Taylor

“Think of the Christians fed to the lions because they wouldn't renounce their faith. As if their god wouldn't forgive them their desire to life?..."
"Are you kidding me? You're going to blame the Christians, not the Romans? How about they just don't throw them to the goddamn lions in the first place? Don't delude yourself. You're the monster here.”
― Laini Taylor, Dreams of Gods & Monsters

“She was all dark-eyed intensity. Something was lost in her. Karou saw it and mourned. War does that, nothing for it. Reality lays siege. Your framed portrait of life is smashed, and a new one thrust upon you. Its ugly, and you don't even want to look at it , let alone hang it on the wall, but you have no choice.”
― Laini Taylor, Dreams of Gods & Monsters

“Existe el pasado, y tambi茅n el futuro. El presente no es m谩s que el 煤nico segundo que divide la una a la otra...”
― Laini Taylor, Dreams of Gods & Monsters

“From the ashes [...] we are arisen.”
― Laini Taylor

“True intelligence is not determined by how much you know but by how well you adapt to change and approach the unknown with curiosity and humility”
― Laini Taylor, STRANGE THE DREAMER