Top 280 Alix E. Harrow Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “She stares down into a small, furrowed face, faintly imperious, like a tiny deity who hasn’t seen much of the world yet but is already unimpressed.”

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202. “Agnes wonders who taught her to hold a grudge, to feed and tend to it like a wild-caught wolf pup until it grew big and mean enough to swallow a man whole.”

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203. “I could have killed you,” you said, and he had answered, obscurely, “You never do.”

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204. “I may not be a witch, Miss Eastwood, but I’m quite the tolerable librarian” -Mr. Blackwell.”

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205. “The rules aren’t written down anywhere, but the important ones rarely are.”

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206. “I liked what you said about e-equality.” The word feels silly in her mouth, four syllables of make-believe and rainbows.”

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207. “Beauty is a kind of vital, ferocious burning at a soul’s center that ignites everything it touches.”

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208. “But she also knows there are times when every choice is a losing one, when you just have to go in swinging and hope you make it out alive.”

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209. “Witching isn’t all gone, of course. My grandmother, Mama Mags, says they can’t ever kill magic because it beats like a great red heartbeat on the other side of everything, that if you close your eyes you can feel it thrumming beneath the soles of your feet, thumpthumpthump. It’s just a lot better-behaved than it used to be.”

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210. “All of them stepped out of their own narratives to save someone else.”

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211. “Writing a book is dangerous business, if done correctly.”

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212. “Because asking is dangerous, I could tell her. Because to ask is to hope that someone answers, and it hurts so bad when nobody does. I stiffen my spine instead.”

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213. “His expression made me think of old-timey illustrations of god: severely paternal, bestowing the kind of love that weighs and measures before it find you worthy.”

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214. “But even if I could tame my own impulses and write something scholarly, I fear it would not matter, because who would take seriously my claims without solid proof? Proof that I cannot provide, because it disappears almost as soon as I discover it.”

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215. “Wickedness was like beauty: in the eye of the beholder.”

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216. “Agnes presses her lips to her daughter’s fiery hair and feels her life cleaving, splitting cleanly into two pieces: the time before, and the time after.”

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217. “Chosen? If you three were chosen, it was by circumstance. By your own need. That’s all magic is, really: the space between what you have and what you need.”

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218. “He doesn’t move or speak, but he doesn’t need to. I know his desires by the pace of his breath and the tilt of his shoulders, by the shape of his jaw and the heat of his gaze. I know him, and in knowing him I love him, and in loving him I cannot do as he wishes.”

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219. “I would do worse things to find my way back to her.”

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220. “At this point, you’re thinking this story isn’t really about Doors, but about those more private, altogether more miraculous doors that can open between two hearts. Perhaps it is in the end – I happen to believe every story is a love story if you catch it at the right moment, slantwise in the light of dusk – but it wasn’t then.”

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221. “It is never advisable to make decisions before dawn or without consulting one’s spouse, and he had done both.”

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222. “You have to make the best of whatever story you were born into, and if your story happens to suck ass, well, maybe you can do some good before you go.”

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223. “The wind rises. It rushes through the square, midnight-cool and mischievous, fluttering the pages of Miss Cady Stone’s notes. It smells wild and sweet, half-familiar, like Mama Mags’s house on the solstice. Like earth and char and old magic. Like the small, feral roses that bloomed in the deep woods.”

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224. “You’re a plague and a calamity and you should be locked up for the safety of the city.”

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225. “Someone along the line misled you as to your worth, Ms. Eastwood. I should quite like to give him a piece of my mind.”

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226. “Mourning is a self-absorbed business;.”

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227. “I wanted to tell him the truth – I stumbled over something grand and wild, something that rips a hole in the shape of the world, I wrote something and it was true – but I’d learned better. I was a good girl now.”

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228. “Voting doesn’t seem like a waste of time to me.” She’s still fooling with her egg yolk, swirling it into gummy circles. Agnes’s stomach heaves. “Look, all that ‘votes for women’ stuff sounds real noble and all, but they don’t mean women like you and me. They mean nice uptown ladies with big hats and too much time on their hands.”

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229. “And you understood, finally, that there had never truly been a she or a you but only a terrible, lonely I.”

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230. “Did women actually faint, I wondered, or was that an invention of bad Victorian novels and Friday night picture shows? Or perhaps women simply contrived to collapse at convenient moments to delay the burden of hearing and seeing and feeling, just for a little while. I sympathized.”

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231. “They tell us a hundred different stories, which are all the same story: We love you, and have always loved you.”

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232. “Of course this is the choice. It’s always this choice in the end – sacrifice someone else, trade one heart for another, buy your survival at the price of someone else’s. Save yourself but leave your sister behind.”

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233. “In the stories, it’s generally best to do whatever the hell the talking animal tells you.”

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234. “Girls who go looking for trouble usually find it.”

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235. “I stumbled over something grand and wild, something that rips a hole in the shape of the world. I wrote something and it was true.”

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236. “Bella resettles her spectacles. “But the spell to call back the Lost Way of Avalon. It required a maiden, a mother, and a crone, did it not?” The Crone shrugs. “Every woman is usually at least one of those. Sometimes all three and a few others besides.”

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237. “He consumed books as if they were as necessary to his health as bread and water, but they were rarely the books he had been assigned.”

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238. “The newest one was a German immigrant named Miss Wilda, who wore heavy black woolen gowns and an expression that said she hadn’t seen much of the twentieth century yet but heartily disapproved of it thus far.”

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239. “He blinked with the stunned expression of a man who knew the word no existed but had never actually met it in the flesh.”

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240. “What is magic anyway? If not a way when there is none.”

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241. “Juniper could have told her more: how she dug and filled the hole herself to save the cost of a gravedigger and how dirt rang hollow on the coffin lid; how every shovelful took some of herself along with it, until she was nothing but bones and hate.”

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242. “No scholar, no matter how clever or meticulous, can map smoke and myth onto the page.”

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243. “Maybe,” he said slowly, “maybe I did not make myself clear before, when I said I was on your side. I meant also that I would like to be at your side, to go with you into every door and danger, to run with you into your tangled-up future. For” – and a distant part of me was gratified to note that his voice had gone wobbly and strained – “for always. If you like.”

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244. “Now she wants so much more than merely to survive.”

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245. “When you travel with money, you follow a smooth, well-worn path through the world.”

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246. “A witch is just a woman who wants too much.”

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247. “Even my own writings – so damnably powerless – may have just enough power to reach the right person and to tell the right truth, and change the nature of things.”

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248. “Their love has hung above me like the sun, a burning brightness I could survive only if I never looked straight at it, never flew too close.”

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249. “It was the smile of someone who has heard promises before, and knows better than to believe them. I knew what that was like, too.”

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250. “I’m a good traveler, ask Mr. Locke! I don’t interrupt, or touch things I oughtn’t, or speak to anyone, or wander off – ” Father’s brow crinkled into that puzzled V again. “Then why should you want to travel in the first place?” He shook his head.”

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