Lilith Saintcrow quotes

  • Sometimes, as much as writing saves one’s own life, you cannot imagine how it will save another’s. This is another reason why it is important to do the work, over and over again. It is food, the kind a soul needs.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Writing #Soul #Important

  • Better to be strong than pretty and useless.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Inspirational #Strong #Women

  • What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Fighting #Endure

  • What you can't run away from, you have to face
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Running #Faces #Running Away

  • I sensed him leaning forward. It's weird to feel someone's attention on you that way, like you're the only thing in the world they're listening to. Most of the time people are distracted, or just thinking about what they're going to say next.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Thinking #People #Listening

  • Don't worry about me," I finally said. "Really. I'm more worried about you." And even more worried about where Graves is. "Are you?" A fey smile lit his face, and I caught my breath. It was a shock to see him look so happy. "Well, then.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Worry #Faces #Fey

  • He stared at his hot chocolate like it held the secret to the universe.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Chocolate #Secret #Hot

  • I looked like a ghost. And I should know. I’ve seen a few.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Ghost #Should

  • He was the only boy I'd found worth dating in God knows how many schools. I mean, ever since he'd been bitten by a werwulf he'd been rock-steady. The best thing about this totally effed-up situation.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Mean #School #Boys

  • White and scrubbed, antique brass fixtures and a skylight letting in a flood of sunshine. Wow. You could get a tan standing around in the shower, for Christ's sake.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Sunshine #White #Wow

  • The only place their voices were left was in my head. It was better than being alone but it was so, so lonely.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Lonely #Voice #So Lonely

  • I got the idea she'd done her makeup up special for this. Not that she needed much. She was utterly and completely beautiful, except for the hate shining in her eyes.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Beautiful #Hate #Eye

  • Christophe's smile was a marvel of edged sweetness. When he grinned like that he looked handsomer than ever, the hint of danger just about threatening to stop a girl's heart.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Girl #Heart #Hints

  • I was feeling safe. Not the kind of safe where you know there are still bad things howling outside the door waiting to get in. No, it was the kind of safe where you sink down in your bed at the end of the day and know you can go to sleep and everything is going to be the same tomorrow.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Sleep #Doors #Waiting

  • Next to her, even the prettiest djamphir boys looked gawky.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Boys #Next #Prettiest

  • It wasn't sarcasm." Graves blew out a cloud of acrid smoke. "It was pointing out a fallacy in your logic, babe." Anna's jaw actually dropped. For a moment, I wasn't sure if I should laugh or push him out of the room. Way to go, Graves.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Sarcasm #Clouds #Laughing

  • I caught the look Benjamin gave me. "What?" "Nothing. We just thought a svetocha would be more, well, difficult." Leon's mouth twitched. "I do seriously want a slushie." I tried a tentative smile. I definitely liked him now. "I haven't had one in ages. Maybe the guys outside—the double blonds—would want one, too?" For some reason Leon found that utterly fricking hysterical. He snorted and chuckled all the way through Housewares to the Health and Beauty section, and even Benjamin unbent enough to grin.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Guy #Age #Mouths

  • Okay. I'll deal with Benjamin. You're safe, okay? Nothing's gonna happen." His mouth pulled tight against itself. And now I was having some sort of heart attack. Because when he looked at me like that, my chest started to feel like it was turned inside out. "Promise." And that—the promise, the way he said it with utter certainty—was enough to make me tear up again.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Heart #Promise #Tears

  • There was Kir, red hair combed back and That Expression on his sharp face. Even his freckles looked serious. I'd given up wondering how a freckle-faced teenager could look so much like a disapproving granny.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Teenager #Hair #Expression

  • Well, duh. You're cuter than she is." He said it like he might say, Grass is green or, Gravity works. Something warm opened up inside my chest. It was a nice feeling.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Nice #Feelings #Might

  • Can I…I mean, do you mind if I sleep up here? If you don't, I, um, understand. I just—" "Yes." The word bolted out of me. "Yes, please. Maybe I'll be able to sleep if you're here.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Mean #Sleep #Mind

  • I don't believe in getting clothes that just look pretty or that'll fall apart—they have to stand up to a lot of abuse.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Believe #Fall #Clothes

  • I just . . . knew, the way you know how to breathe or to pull your hand back from a hot stove.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Hands #Hot #Way

  • And ordering me around is exactly the wrong way to make me do what you want.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Want #Way #What You Want

  • No problem, Goth Boy. First one's free.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Boys #Firsts #Problem

  • There was a hole inside her, and it twisted.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Twisted #Holes

  • Some days, a killing spree seems like a good idea.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Ideas #Killing

  • Someday, Dante, I will discover how your mind works
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Mind #Someday

  • What do you say when someone takes on a really bad ass, murdering sucker for you? There just aren't words for that.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Bad Ass #Ass #Sucker

  • I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Death #People #Leaving

  • Oh God, Oh God we’re all gonna die doesn’t really fit the definition of banter, now does it?
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Doe #Definitions #Fit

  • It's always difficult to say goodbye, especially when one has spent a long time - literally years, in the case of a series - inside a character or two, suffering and celebrating with them.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Goodbye #Character #Years

  • If something is visceral and unsettling for me, my job is to not look away, not to punk out. Sometimes the dark things come from places inside me, experiences Ive had, that need to be transformed.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Jobs #Dark #Needs

  • most of us, as we undergo the growing up process, do not get what we want or even what we should. We get what we have, and no more, and we find out how to make what we have work for us.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Growing Up #Want #Process

  • The only one," he murmured. His chin dipped a little bit. "You know that, Dru? You're the only person who's ever believed in me. You know what that'll do to a guy?" What?"I-" "It makes him want to live up to it.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Guy #Want #Littles

  • His thumb stroked my cheek. My eyes half-closed. When he spoke next, it was very softly, his voice an almost-physical caress against my whole body. My flesh tightened like a harpstring. I swallowed hard against the wave of liquid heat. "How can I possibly be jealous when I know you spent your time grieving for me, Dante?
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Eye #Jealous #Grieving

  • Besides, the normal people here wouldn’t see it. That was what “different” meant. It’s just another word for lonely.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Lonely #People #Different

  • That's the funny thing about old hurts- they just wait for new heartache to come along and then show up, just as sharp and horrible as the first day you woke up with the world changed all around you.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Hurt #Funny Things #Heartache

  • I pulled in a soft breath. My lungs were starving, crying out for air. I lay still, and a cough tickled at the back of my throat. It always happens when you're hiding, a cough, a sneeze, something. It's stupid. The body decides to screw around with you, even though it knows being quiet is the only way it's going to go on living.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Stupid #Air #Goes On

  • I wondered what I’d end up looking like once I bloomed. I couldn’t even guess. If I had to be stuck in my own skinny, gawky, coltish body forever… well. It probably wouldn’t be so bad. I wouldn’t mind a little more in the chest, though. But wild horses wouldn’t drag that out of me. Ever.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Horse #Forever #Mind

  • God, was I going to have another day of painful thoughts jumping me every time I relaxed? The obvious solution—to just not relax—was kind of sucking.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Jumping #Relax #Another Day

  • Lucas went even paler. “Then you’re on the track to suicide,” he whispered. “Take my advice, Valentine. Run. Run as fast as you can, for as long as you can. Steal whatever bit of life you can. You’re already dead.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Suicide #Running #Valentine

  • Oh, dear me." Nathalie sank back down in the chair and examined her Uggs. "The sarcasm could've started dripping off her and stained the floor. "Is it conspiracy, treachery, murder, or open warfare? I'll have to choose my lipstick accordingly.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Sarcasm #Uggs #Warfare

  • It was stealing her breath, imbecile. Go get a towel." -Christophe, Strange Angels by Lili St. Crow
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Angel #Crow #Towels

  • His smell—the scent of a demon, cinnamon incense, amber musk—wrapped around me, filled my lungs. I felt like I could breathe again, without every breath being tainted by the stench of dying cells. The smell of him seemed to coat my abused insides with peace, and flow down into the middle of my body to spread through my veins. I filled my lungs again. While I could, before what was undoubtedly a hallucination vanished.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Smell #Cells #Dying

  • Richelle Mead delivers sexy action and tongue-in-cheek hellish humor-if damnation is this fun, sign me up!
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Sexy #Fun #Action

  • They all looked like a shampoo commercial, healthy and clear-skinned, perfectly proportioned, a group of handsome young men. Their clothes hung on them like they were glad to be gracing such supermodels.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Men #Clothes #Healthy

  • He wiped away the tears, tenderly, and I forgot to weep as he told me silently everything I always wanted to hear.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Tears #Wanted

  • Oh, the testosterone. You could have cut it with a cafeteria spoon.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Cutting #Spoons #Cafeteria

  • I'd kind of expected that kids who knew about the Real World wouldn't act like jock dipwads. Guess I was wrong.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Real #Kids #World

  • You can't ever stop thinking something quick enough. Something that hurts always gets the knife in too fast for you to slam a lid on it and shove it away.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Hurt #Thinking #Knives

  • So you're a dom, huh? Nice." I stabbed my pancakes again. "Kinky." "You're the one who ties people up, babe.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Nice #Ties #People

  • I should start charging uncomfortable thoughts rent. Except what would they pay me in? Probably something even worse.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Pay #Should #Uncomfortable

  • He'd pulled back a little, just with his lower half, and I was afraid the scorch in my cheeks would set fire to the rest of me, because I an idea why. Wow. Oh wow.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Fire #Ideas #Half

  • And you know, I believed him. What girl wouldn't?
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Girl

  • Christophe, with the careful tone of an adult telling a kid not to pet the nice foaming-rabid pooch.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Nice #Kids #Pet

  • His eyes were green chips of flame, and the growl was so thick it blurred the air around him, the sound of a very pissed off skinchanger.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Eye #Air #Flames

  • I don't even have moderately big breasticles. They just look like - well, nevermind what they look like. At least they stay strapped down when I worm into a sports bra.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Sports #Looks #Worms

  • Are you listening, little bird?
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Bird #Listening #Littles

  • Would I be as strong as that once I did that thing Christophe was talking about? Blooming? Would I smell like a bakery item? Or was that just him? Did he use pie filling for cologne?
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Strong #Smell #Pie

  • The smell of apple pies didn't quite fill the house, but it was there, a thread under everything else. It was kind of hard to take Christophe seriously when he smelled like baked goods. I wondered if other djampjir smelled like Hostess Twinkies and sniggered to myself.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Apples #Pie #Smell

  • And now here he was in my kitchen. Smelling like apple pies and looking at me with a direct seriousness that made him even cuter. The bruising spreading up the side of his face had halted, and under it he was very pretty. Not jock-pretty, or the hurtful kind of pretty that tells you a guy is too busy taking care of his royal self to think about you.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Thinking #Apples #Pie

  • I thought I'd pay you a visit, my dear. Since you're so interesting." My mouth shifted into high gear, leaving my brain behind. "You know, you're the second guy in a few days to call me that. You should be more creative.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Interesting #Guy #Creative

  • I went to the entrance to the restroom, where the hallway did a sharp bend so nobody could peek into the girls' pee-palace.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Girl #Palaces #Entrances

  • His eyebrows drew together. He was perilously close to unibrow; I guess nobody had held him down and administered a good plucking to the caterpillar climbing across his forehead.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Climbing #Eyebrows #Together

  • Boys always get the best eyelashes; it's like some kind of cosmic law. And half-breed kids get some kind of extra help there from genetics, too.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Kids #Boys #Law

  • His shoulder bumped mine again. "Can I ask you something?" I didn't answer. He was going to ask me anyway. People don't say that if they don't want to pry something out of you.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #People #Answers #Want

  • The end of a gun looks very big and very back when it's staring you in the face.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Gun #Looks #Faces

  • But it's a whole lot easier to keep[secrets] when you've got someone else who knows breathing in the same room. Carrying them alone is like having a huge spiky weight digging into your shoulders and chest, a weight you can't shift even while you're sleeping.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Sleep #Breathing #Secret

  • I'm getting really tired of bleeding. Someone stop the world, I want to get off.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Tired #World #Want

  • Death did not play favorites—He loved all equally. What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure . The god's voice—not quite words, just a thread of meaning laid in my receptive mind—
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Fighting #Play #Voice

  • People don’t really want to know anything about you. They just want you to fit into their little predetermined slots. They decide what you are in the first two seconds, and they only get nervous or upset if you don’t live up to their snap judgments.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Two #People #Upset

  • Touch me again, and it will be your last act in life - Blue Eyes.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Eye #Blue #Lasts

  • It truly sucks to doubt your friends when you only have one or two of them, I realized.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Two #Doubt #I Realized

  • Really, I scolded myself, you should have known that you'd end up in a stone dungeon with no facilities. That's how these things always end up, isn't it?
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Dungeons #Stones #Ends

  • You're my friend, Danny. You understand? There's no debt between friends." Maybe it's just that the debt gets so high you stop counting it.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Debt #Counting

  • He laughed. The laugh could strip the skin off an elephant in seconds.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Elephants #Laughing #Skins

  • Some of the djamphir are so pretty it almost hurts to look at them. And it was hard to look without feeling rumpled and messy in comparison.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Hurt #Feelings #Looks

  • He hadn't told me everything, but I'd left him for dead. I guess we were just about even.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

  • Jesus, you've got a death wish." "Right now I have a bathroom-and-sleep-somewhere safe wish, kid.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Jesus #Kids #Sleep

  • I guess since the groin is the center of a guy's world, he rarely guesses it isn't the center of yours.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Guy #World

  • First you find out what you have , Dad would say. Then you figure out how to make it work for what you need, 'cause you don't get what you want. You get just what you have and no more.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Dad #Causes #Needs

  • I got a washed out version of Mom’s curls and a better copy of Dad’s blue eyes, The rest of me, I guess, is up for grabs. Except maybe Gran’s nose, but she could have been trying to make me feel better. I’m no prize. Most girls go through a gawky stage, but I’m beginning to think mine will be a lifelong thing. It doesn’t bother me too much. Better to be strong than pretty and useless. I’ll take a plain girl with her head screwed on right over a cheerleader any day.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Girl #Mom #Strong

  • Graves: Are you skipping? Off to a good start. Dru Anderson: I don’t want to deal with it today. Graves: Okay. I know a place to go. You shoot pool? I’m Graves. Dru Anderson: I know. Dru. Graves: Dru. You’re new. Couple of weeks, right? Welcome to Foley.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Couple #Today #Want

  • To my everlasting relief, he’d also stopped with the starch a few years back . The military made him big on spray starch, but I point-blank refused to touch the stuff after a while. He finally gave up doing it himself, and I manfully restrained myself from pointing out that the world didn’t explode when he did. And they say maturity is just for adults.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Military #Maturity #Years

  • Graves: It’s going to snow. Dru Anderson: Thanks for the warning. Graves: Hey, no problem. First one’s free.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Snow #Warning #Firsts

  • Zombies smell worse than anything you can imagine if you haven’t been hunting things on the dark side of the world. It’s a ripe, gassy odour, like rotting eggs and meat gone bad, crawling blind with maggots. It’s road kill and decayed food and body odour all rolled into one package and tied up with puke.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Dark #Hunting #Eggs

  • Hello, Officer? Can you help me? My dad got turned into a zombie. You know, we’ve been travelling around getting rid of things that aren’t real, and this time they hit back. I really need someplace to stay – but can you make sure I have some holy water or something wherever it is? And some silver-jacketed bullets? That’d be sweet. Yeah, that’d be totally cool. Thanks. And while you’re at it, can you tell the guys with the straitjackets that I’m really sane? That would help.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Sweet #Dad #Real

  • How had I managed to tie my boots? I didn’t even remember getting dressed. I was out here in public at the mall. What was I wearing? Jeans. I could feel socks. I had my boots on. I plucked at the edge of my t-shirt and saw it was red. I was wearing Dad’s spare Army jacket, and there was a heavy weight in the right pocket that had to be something deadly.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Dad #Army #Jeans

  • I wasn't sure if the word boys should mean dim or incomprehensible. I was hovering between the two, with a healthy dose of testosterone-poisoned.
    -- Lilith Saintcrow

    #Mean #Boys #Two