Top 100 Dot Hutchison Quotes (2024 Update)
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51. “Marlene Hanoverian’s raspberry trifle,” she says dreamily. “I’d marry her if she swung that way.” “And if she didn’t have fifty-plus years on you?” “Those fifty-plus years have taught her to make the best goddamn pistachio cannoli ever. I am all sorts of good with those extra decades.”

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52. “I’m constitutionally incapable of trusting people who treat their books that badly.”

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53. “The only thing that made me truly different was that I was the only one who never cried.”

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54. “Sadness and grief aren’t the same thing. It’s why they have different words. Maybe it’s a subtle distinction, but we don’t keep a word in a language if it doesn’t still have a purpose of its own. Synonyms are never exact things.”

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55. “No, I’m engaging in a discussion about perspective and moral relativity.”

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56. “And that stupid little girl stood in the winter and kept lighting matches to catch glimpses of families that weren’t – could never be – hers and froze to death in those harsh moments of reality between matches, because even though matches can burn, they’re light, not heat.”

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57. “What I have is a healthy sense of spite and a determination that someday I’m going to learn how to do this thing called living. Maybe that’s as far as justice can stretch.”

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58. “You seem to have this strange image of me as a lost child, like I’ve just been thrown on the side of the road like garbage or roadkill. But kids like me, we’re not lost; we may be the only ones who never are.”

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59. “My keeping it just meant that she was important to me.”

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60. “Being a victim isn’t something that disappears as soon as you’re rescued. It doesn’t vanish the moment the people who hurt you are taken into custody. That sense of it, that awareness of being not just victimized but a victim, it sticks to your bones for years, even decades. That sense of the thing can cause as much damage as the original trauma, as life goes on.”

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61. “When silence is a living thing, it can be a friend, sometimes even a comfort.”

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62. “Sometimes we only recognize our limits once we’ve passed them.”

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63. “The Priya he knows is all sharp edges and snarls and smiles that slap you in the face like a challenge. Anything softer – anything kinder – is accidental.”

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64. “So not only was I self-sufficient, I came to have a pretty low opinion of most people’s intelligence.”

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65. “But my wings couldn’t move and I couldn’t fly, and I couldn’t even cry.”

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66. “We bear responsibility for our tempers, most especially when someone is harmed by accident. Shorter tempers require greater care from those burdened with them.”

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67. “You seem to have this strange image of me as a lost child, like I’ve just been thrown on the side of the road like garbage, or roadkill, but kids like me? We’re not lost. We may be the only ones who never are. We always know exactly where we are and where we can go. And where we can’t.”

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68. “Acknowledging the need, rationing the impulse.”

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69. “It wouldn’t destroy Mum, though neither of us says it. It would shred her, maybe even shatter her, but the pieces would come back together sharper and stronger, made of purer steel, because if there’s one thing Deshani Sravasti will never be, it’s defeated.”

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70. “I don’t like feeling vaguely endangered. I want a specific threat, something I can point to and say this and everyone understands, not a number of impressions that make women nod and men shake their heads.”

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71. “It was like he translated his thoughts into music so they could make sense.”

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72. “Listen to what isn’t being said.”

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73. “We heal, mostly, but even scars can bleed.”

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74. “Seeing your own demons reflected back at you, it creates a safe place to just be wounded. It gives permission, in a way, to not be okay.”

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75. “In terror she spoke, letting sink her wings till they trailed in the dust – in agony sobbed, letting sink her plumes till they trailed in the dust – till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust. But my wings couldn’t move and I couldn’t fly, and I couldn’t even cry. All that was left to me was the terror and the agony and the sorrow.”

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76. “There are dead girls to mourn, and living girls who will struggle for years to adjust to life outside the Garden, if they even can. He still counts this as a good day.”

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77. “I’m still struck by the extraordinary kindnesses people are capable of, not just for the Eddisons but for all the families.”

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78. “Paperwork will, if left unattended, multiply exponentially, much like rabbits and wire coat hangers.”

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79. “New York has so much history, but everyone in it just wants to know about the future.”

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80. “I realized your answers couldn’t matter. It doesn’t matter why you did it, why you chose them, chose us, chose me. It doesn’t matter how you justify it, because the answers were never going to make sense to anyone else anyway. They were yours. And they were wrong. They were always, always wrong.”

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81. “He regards us all with grave, worried eyes as he hands out bowls of western scramble, like omelets but lazier.”

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82. “Taki and Karen had it, their daughter and her wife had it. But each time I saw it, I knew I was in the presence of something extraordinary, something that not everyone found or was capable of recognizing and sustaining.”

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83. “Moments I have to admit that she probably has sociopathic tendencies and simply chooses not to use her powers for excessive evil.”

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84. “Well, no, but it keeps him from doing it again.” “So would his death, and without the sensationalism and tax money.”

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85. “Someone is just dead!” said the little girl; for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul ascends to God. And that stupid little girl stood in the winter and kept lighting matches to catch glimpses of families that weren’t – could never be – hers and froze to death in those harsh moments of reality between matches, because even though matches can burn, they’re light, not heat.”

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86. “I kept telling myself that I needed to learn to be braver, and Jesus, what a stupid thing to think. You don’t learn to be brave. You just have to do what’s right, even if it scares you.”

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87. “Bliss explores a situation by lighting a match and letting it explode. Inara watches first, observes. She waits to speak until she knows what she wants to say and has a healthy guess as to how others will react to it.”

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88. “Give it to God,” he says simply. “How you feel about it is yours and yours alone. Whether or not you should be judged; that’s for God.”

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89. “Deshani regales them with tales of her misogynist assistant, who can’t manage to hide how disgusted he is to be reporting to a woman, and her own delight in offering him a demotion if he’d prefer a male boss. It’s sharp and funny, and Eddison gets the feeling that the only reason the idiot hasn’t been fired is because Deshani finds him entertaining. It’s a little disturbing. It’s.”

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90. “I take a deep breath, give myself the time to truly think it through. There are moments I realize just how unconventional my relationship with Mum is. Moments I have to admit that she probably has sociopathic tendencies and simply chooses not to use her powers for excessive evil. And I am my mother’s daughter. “How.”

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91. “It isn’t impossible to heal from that, but it leaves scars. It changes the way you look at people, how far you can trust or let people in. It changes your habits, even your desires and dreams. It changes who you are, and no matter how much you struggle back toward that place, that person you started as, you never actually get there. Some change is irreversible.”

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92. “You really think broken children care about justice?” “Wouldn’t you?” “Never really did, no. Justice is a faulty thing at the best of times, and it doesn’t actually fix anything.” “Would you say that if you’d gotten justice as a child?” That not-quite-smile, bitter and gone too fast. “And what would I have needed justice for?” “My life’s work, and you think I won’t recognize a broken child when she sits in front of me?”

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93. “Guilt doesn’t have to make sense; it just is.”

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94. “Well, pregnant, I guess. Being too pregnant is a bit like being too dead; it’s not really a flexible state.”

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95. “Even when something’s wrong, the ending of the thing hurts.”

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96. “Because doors close,” I say instead, “and we can still miss what was on the other side even if we choose to walk away.”

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97. “Some wanted the freedom to be anyone they wanted, some of us wanted the freedom to be left alone.”

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98. “She was incapable of insulting us, because the words have to have meaning to hurt.”

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99. “She hated seeing herself in pictures because her eyes always yelled the things she wasn’t allowed to say, and still no one listened.”

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100. “When I pull out the camera and look through the viewer, the world seems to sharpen. Focus. Not that terrible things aren’t still out there, or even in here, but there’s a glass barrier between all of that and me. It’s.”

— Dot Hutchison