Top 400 Gail Carriger Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “How exciting. I adore impertinent questions. Ask away!”

— Gail Carriger

102. “Vampires hated to lose blood – it was troublesome to replace and always left a stain.”

— Gail Carriger

103. “As Dimity said, “Sidheag surely does grumpy old man very well for a sixteen-year-old girl.”

— Gail Carriger

104. “A girl wearing a wicker chicken and playing the harp bopped me with a book about buns and then stuffed me under a piano.”

— Gail Carriger

105. “How did we go from tea to death so quickly?”

— Gail Carriger

106. “He wielded verbal italics as if they were capable of actual bodily harm.”

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107. “So this pesto I enjoy so much is really an infamous Italian antisupernatural weapon?”

— Gail Carriger

108. “He might have lost his mind, but never his fashion sense.”

— Gail Carriger

109. “Scotsmen, she had occasion to observe, often did have nice knees. Perhaps that was why they insisted upon kilts.”

— Gail Carriger

110. “No one at the table was surprised. They were old hats at this kind of thing. Perhaps not old hats, but instead, they were last season’s gloves, soiled but still suited to any occasion, including inclement weather and dead body disposal.”

— Gail Carriger

111. “There was, currently, far more hairy masculinity in her life than any Englishwoman should really have to put up with on a monthly basis. That said, half the pack was away fighting in northern India; someday there would be even more full-moon maleness. She thought of her husband; him she had to deal with on a daily basis.”

— Gail Carriger

112. “Out with it.” She let impatience colour her words. She couldn’t think of any cockney slang for getting a man to open his saucebox.”

— Gail Carriger

113. “Rafe was still obviously a predator, large and fierce and deadly. But there were humans like that too, and he’d found a group of them in a corner. Rough, ready, angry men, cracked like leather beneath the weight of the world’s use. Standing with them, Rafe could still be one of the things that went bump in the night, just closer to home. The world hid all kinds of monsters – some had too many teeth and some had too much gin.”

— Gail Carriger

114. “Well, do be careful, my love. Poetry can cause irreparable harm when misapplied.”

— Gail Carriger

115. “You wrong me, Madame Lefoux. I never gossip. I observe. And then relay my observations to practically everyone.” The.”

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116. “But like all outsiders in good faith with the establishment, they tended to forget their revolutionary roots and side with the establishment.”

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117. “A man’s virility is in his beard,” he insisted.”

— Gail Carriger

118. “I’ve brought you Byron – always makes things better.”

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119. “Ivy returned his direct gaze with a particularly innocent smile. “The great advantage,” she said, “of being thought silly, is that people forget and begin to think one might also be foolish. I may, Professor Lyall, be a trifle enthusiastic in my manner and dress, but I am no fool.”

— Gail Carriger

120. “Madame Lefoux accepted a cup of tea and sat on another little settee, next to the relocated calico cat. The cat clearly believed Madame Lefoux was there to provide chin scratches. Madame Lefoux provided.”

— Gail Carriger

121. “Oh, Alexia. I do not mean to be forward, but I really must venture: I simply loathe Mr. Tunstell.”

— Gail Carriger

122. “As if being a former vampire drone in a werewolf household were not shocking enough, the maid then opened her mouth and proved that she was also, quite reprehensibly, French.”

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123. “How often have I warned you against fraternizing with technology?”

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124. “Yet he moved toward her, darkly shimmering out of the library shadows with feeding fangs ready. However, the moment he touched Miss Tarabotti, he was suddenly no longer darkly doing anything at all. He was simply standing there, the faint sounds of a string quartet in the background as he foolishly fished about with his tongue for fangs unaccountably mislaid.”

— Gail Carriger

125. “A woman, even a married woman, cannot float without proper escort. It is simply not done.”

— Gail Carriger

126. “We’re a team like tea and milk, or cake and custard, or pork and apple.”

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127. “After every unladylike action, there must be an equal and opposite reaction. Consider the necessary, analyze the consequences, clean up the mess.”

— Gail Carriger

128. “His eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It’s wrong, lack of cream.”

— Gail Carriger

129. “Petunia Temminnick’s coming-out ball was pronounced a resounding success by all in attendance. There had been highly intoxicating punch, a variety of dances, good music, and intermission entertainment. No one knew why the beautiful Miss Pelouse had stripped, rolled about in the garden, and then chucked a cheese pie at the youngest Temminnick girl before being taken away in floods of tears, but it was surely the highlight of a most enjoyable evening.”

— Gail Carriger

130. “We like the shadows. That’s where all the power is.”

— Gail Carriger

131. “Oh my goodness, are those kilts? I’ve never seen them outside the history books. They are an appealing fashion statement, aren’t they?” Rue could not help but agree–after all, how often did one get to admire a gentleman’s knees in polite society?”

— Gail Carriger

132. “Not a lot could stop an infantry in full march, but Rue supposed she was now one of the few to claim that dubious honour. If only some of the now conquered lands had known–naked aristocrats is all it takes.”

— Gail Carriger

133. “Such poopitations of the heart as you would not believe.”

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134. “Only in a library did she feel completely capable of collecting her finer feelings and recuperating from such a wearying day.”

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135. “I may be a werewolf and Scottish, but despite what you may have read about both, we are not cads!”

— Gail Carriger

136. “He could not stand Alexia Tarabotti, even if her lovely brown eyes twinkled when she laughed, and she smelled good, and she had a particularly splendid figure.”

— Gail Carriger

137. “The Earl of Woolsey glared at her. “Cheap clothing is no excuse for killing a man.” “Mmm, that’s what you say.”

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138. “As a concerned friend, I really ought to check on her emotional state.” “How ghastly for her,” said Alexia, driven beyond endurance into comment. “People actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.”

— Gail Carriger

139. “Well, you are a werewolf, Scottish, naked, and covered in blood, and I am still holding your hand.” He.”

— Gail Carriger

140. “I never read if I can help it. It is terribly bad for the eyes. And it causes one’s forehead to wrinkle most horribly, just there.”

— Gail Carriger

141. “She ought to remember to stay on her guard, for it was when an illegal activity became easy that one was most at risk of exposure.”

— Gail Carriger

142. “It must be said, however, that large hairy men ill-suited pink ruffles. It was like seeing a mastiff in an ostrich feather boa.”

— Gail Carriger

143. “With his wife’s imperious face peering down at him, Lord Maccon took a moment to wonder why he had thought to crave such a woman in his life. Alexia bent over and nibbled at his chest. Ah, yes, initiative and ingenuity.”

— Gail Carriger

144. “And vampires were perverted. Or so she hoped.”

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145. “Some of the most disagreeable people I know are the most ladylike.”

— Gail Carriger

146. “Good-bye, my lord,” he said, meaning it this time. Because that smell would always be there now. Because it would be the last time he said “my lord” to any vampire. Because under lost love and changed identities was one ineffable fact more vital than the horror of that smell – every fiber in Biffy’s werewolf knew he was no servant to this man anymore. And never would be again.”

— Gail Carriger

147. “It takes a great deal of money to acquire a look of not having spent any at all.”

— Gail Carriger

148. “I have died and gone to the land of bad novels,” was Squire Loontwill’s response. “I am ill-equipped to cope with such an occurrence.”

— Gail Carriger

149. “Where were the scientific pamphlets that taught a woman how to listen to herself die?”

— Gail Carriger

150. “The burden of a spy, Lord Akeldama always said, was not in the knowing of things but in knowing when to tell such things to others.”

— Gail Carriger