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“If anything attacked us, we could just panic at it until it went away.”
― Seanan McGuire, Rosemary and Rue

“You're nobody's rainbow. You're nobody's princess. You're nobody's doorway but your own, and the only one who gets to tell you how your story ends is you.”
― Seanan McGuire, Every Heart a Doorway

“None of this is real, my dear. Not this house, not this conversation, not those shoes you're wearing--which are several years out of style if you're trying to reacclimatize yourself to the ways of your peers, and are not proper mourning shoes if you're trying to hold fast to your recent past--and not either one of us. 'Real' is a four-letter-word, and I'll thank you to use it as little as possible while you live under my roof.”
― Seanan McGuire, Every Heart a Doorway

“Homecomer, hitcher, phantom rider,
White lady wants what’s been denied her,
Gather-grim knows what you fear the most,
But best keep away from the crossroads ghost.

Talk to the poltergeist, talk to the haunt,
Talk to the routewitch if it’s what you want.
Reaper’s in the parlor, seizer’s in a host,
But you’d best keep away from the crossroads ghost.

- common clapping rhyme among the ever-lasters of the twilight”
― Seanan McGuire, The Girl in the Green Silk Gown

“The trouble with denying children the freedom to be themselves—with forcing them into an idea of what they should be, not allowing them to choose their own paths—is that all too often, the one drawing the design knows nothing of the desires of their model. Children are not formless clay, to be shaped according to the sculptor’s whim, nor are they blank but identical dolls, waiting to be slipped into the mode that suits them best. Give ten children a toy box, and watch them select ten different toys, regardless of gender or religion or parental expectations. Children have preferences. The danger comes when they, as with any human, are denied those preferences for too long.”
― Seanan McGuire, Down Among the Sticks and Bones

“In the interests of friendship, I hope you’ll forgive me what I’m about to do.â€�
“Forgive you wha—�
My sentence was cut off as he clamped his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply.

...

“Ready to make a scene?�
He raised an eyebrow. “Do I have a choice?�
“Not really. To quote something someone said to me recently, in the interests of friendship, I hope you’ll forgive what I’m about to do.â€� I drew back my hand and slapped him across the face. The smack of flesh striking flesh echoed through the hall. Conversations stopped as people whipped around to stare at us. Raising my voice to something just below a shout, I snarled, “You asshole!”
― Seanan McGuire, Late Eclipses

“I am not your door.' After a pause for thought, she added, 'But I might be my own.”
― Seanan McGuire, Where the Drowned Girls Go

“He was still so very young. Faeries—true faeries, not their changeling throwaways—live forever, and when you have an eternity of adulthood ahead of you, you linger over childhood. You tend it and keep it close to your heart, because once it ends, it’s over. Quentin was barely fifteen. He’d never seen the Great Hunt that came down every twenty-one years, or been present for the crowning of a King or Queen of Cats, or announced his maturity before the throne of High King Aethlin. He was a child, and he should have had decades left to play; a century of games and joy and edging cautiously toward adulthood.
But he didn’t. I could see his childhood dying in his eyes as he looked at me, silently begging me to answer for him.”
― Seanan McGuire, An Artificial Night

“There were realities the human mind was never meant to withstand, pressures it was never meant to survive. Knowledge is like the sea. Go too deep, and the crushing weight of it could kill you.”
― Seanan McGuire, Laughter at the Academy

“The thought that babies would become children, and children would become people, never occurred to them. The concept that perhaps biology was not destiny, and that not all little girls would be pretty princesses, and not all all little boys would be brave soldiers, also never occurred to them.”
― Seanan McGuire, Down Among the Sticks and Bones

“If anyone had asked Katherine Lundy, who was happier these days going by her last name, (...) she would've said being 10 was substentially harder than being 8.
And that she would be perfectly happy to go backward, returning to a time where her femininity had been an attribute rather than an expectation.”
― Seanan McGuire, In an Absent Dream

“My lord was never sane, but he was my love, once. He always will be, somewhere. Wherever it is that the once upon a times go when they die.”
― Seanan McGuire, An Artificial Night

“We’ve given them plenty of reasons to fear us. Even if they’ve almost forgotten–even if they only remember that we were beautiful and not why they were afraid–the fear was there before anything else. There were reasons for the burning times; there’s a reason the fairy tales survive.”
― Seanan McGuire, A Local Habitation

“If it had been my decision, you would still be sleeping, and I would be hoping every hour of every night you lived was filled with the foulest of dreams.â€�
“My only nightmare in this moment is the quality of the mattress you saw fit to place me on,â€� said Simon. “Really, brother, have you never heard of lumbar support?”
― Seanan McGuire

“Horns honked all around us, and our fellow drivers seemed concerned about my education, as they were introducing me to all manner of exciting hand gestures. Some of them were even new to me. I pointed to one of them.
"Look, Dominic. We're learning new things.”
― Seanan McGuire, Snake in the Glass

“The math would be true, and that's all she's ever asked from the world.”
― Seanan McGuire, Middlegame

“He feels the gold in his own bones respond, reaching for the gold in Dodger's, yearning to reunite.”
― Seanan McGuire, Middlegame

“She's going to change the world, remake it in a better image than the one it's made in now, and no one's going to stop her. Not her parents and not her teachers and certainly not the Alchemical Congress”
― Seanan McGuire, Middlegame

“Cool. Now get out, both of you. We have dinner in a little while, and I want to finish my book.â€� Kade’s smile was fleeting. “I never did like to leave a story unfinished.”
― Seanan McGuire, Every Heart a Doorway

“She's not going to bleed for long. She doesn't, no pun intended, have it in her. And when she stops breathing, so does he.”
― Seanan McGuire, Middlegame

“If Dodger were awake, she'd happily tell him exactly how much of her blood is on the floor. She'd look at the mess around them. She'd calculate the surface area and volume of the liquid as easily as taking a breath, and she'd turn it into a concrete number, something accurate to the quarter ounce. She'd think she was being comforting, even if the number she came up with meant "I'm leaving you." Even if it meant "there is no coming back from this."
Even if it meant goodbye.”
― Seanan McGuire, Middlegame

“If this is where it ends for one of them, let this be where it ends for both of them. Let this be where it ends for good. No one—not even himâ€� walks the improbable road alone.”
― Seanan McGuire, Middlegame

“There's so much blood, and it doesn't matter that he knows the words, all the words, for everything. The numbers are taking her away. He can't reach them without her.”
― Seanan McGuire, Middlegame

“She get a name now, not a title and surname, thought Nancy. That's not right. The dead deserve more dignity, not less. Dignity is all the dead possess.”
― Seanan McGuire, Every Heart a Doorway

“The tunes he played on that instrument wouldn't be audible to the living. That didn't mean they wouldn't be real.”
― Seanan McGuire, Every Heart a Doorway

“Together they walked across the property, the girl, the boy, and the dancing skeleton wrapped in rainbows. Neither of those who still possessed tissue and tongue spoke. This was the closest thing Loriel would have to a funeral; it would have been inappropriate to make light of it.”
― Seanan McGuire

“She gets a name now, not a title and surname, thought Nancy. That's not right. The dead deserve more dignity, not less. Dignity is all the dead possess.”
― Seanan McGuire, Every Heart a Doorway

“Both girls, through different routes, down different roads, had come home.”
― Seanan McGuire, Down Among the Sticks and Bones

“All across the multiverse, this power chooses Peter Parker! But here, for once, it chose me! Here I get to be the hero! I don't have to be a damsel in distress! I get to save people! Me! It shouldn't matter how old I am! It should only matter that I'm willing to do the work!”
― Seanan McGuire, Ghost-Spider, Vol. 2: Party People

“The woods were vast and dark and full of dangers. The girl made her decision easily: if wolves existed, then she would find a way to become a wolf.”
― Seanan McGuire, Ghost-Spider, Vol. 2: Party People