Top 400 Gail Carriger Quotes (2026 Update)
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151. “What she said was “I want a man who stays out of my way.”

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152. “Their conversation was a flow of erudite commentary, moist with the syrup of a superior education. She.”

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153. “Alexia gave in to his demanding touch, but only, of course, because he sounded so pathetic. It had nothing, whatsoever to do with her own quickening heartbeat.”

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154. “Strange place, that overseas land, where religion and wealth did the talking and history and age held so little sway.”

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

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156. “Please come sit in a chair with me in my library and don’t talk too much and when you do speak, say something smart? If we’re lucky the cat will sit on top of us.”

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157. “Rue carried her mother’s parasol, which was too ugly to match any of her outfits, but was more sturdy than any of her fashionable ones. This one, felt Rue, could really cause damage to a noggin if applied with enough enthusiasm. Somehow this made her feel more secure about life in general.”

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158. “He was clutching at his indelicate bits and writhing about.”

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

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160. “CHAPTER TWO In Which Inventors Have Powerful Dimples Imogene.”

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161. “I think we seldom regret the risks we take as much as the times we did not try at all.”

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

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163. “I’m overburdened by strange occurrences at the moment.”

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164. “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.”

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165. “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.”

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166. “Please don’t. When you think about things, Sophronia, they only get more complicated. This thing between us could be so very easy, if you let it.”

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167. “Sensing a favourable shift, Prim called for celebratory muffins and jam. Muffins and jam seemed to sooth everyone’s temper, particularly the Alpha Vanara’s whose delight in the jam was that of a child discovering blancmange for the first time. Rue could sympathise. She often felt that way about really good jam, not to mention blancmange. And this was, after all, gooseberry.”

— Gail Carriger

168. “All were annoyed with life, except, of course, those who were dead. The werewolves stacked them neatly in three piles – dead, not dead, and snack-sized.”

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

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

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171. “Sister Mattie could be rather fatalistic at times; it was why she was such a good poisoning instructor. Death, felt Sister Mattie, must come to everyone in the end. Sometimes it simply required a little help.”

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172. “My Hallway” remarked Lord Akeldama,“Has never seen such lively action. And That, my sugarplums, is saying something!”

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173. “Lord Maccon asked meekly, shifting against her in a manner that ensured she realized the nibbling had affected his outsides just as much as her insides. Alexia was partly shocked, partly intrigued by the idea that as he was naked, she might actually get to see what he looked like. She had seen sketches of the nude male, of course, for purely technical purposes. She was given to wonder if werewolves were anatomically bigger in certain areas.”

— Gail Carriger

174. “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.”

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175. “As much as she was enjoying it, Dimity would always rather talk about reading than actually read.”

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176. “As a general rule, Lord Maccon appreciated a voluptuous woman. He liked a bit of meat on the female form, more to grab on to – and more to chew off.”

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177. “Perhaps to the north? I hear Scotland is lovely this time of year.” “Are you barmy? Scotland is wholly abysmal this time of year.”

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178. “They filled Woolsey Castle with music and art, drifting about in a fog of intellectualism, and like any fog, they were unpredictable and occasionally quite damp. Imogene.”

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179. “To Percy’s delight, Arsenic staunchly resisted developing any possible chatterbox tendencies. Their long silences might have become uncomfortable, except for their mutual joy in quiet and the ameliorating presence of Footnote. The cat divided his time between them. He showed a marked preference for Arsenic’s lap and Percy’s feet, and happily basked in the attention of whichever human was most easily distracted at any given moment.”

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180. “Miss Alexia Tarabotti was not enjoying her evening. Private balls were never more than middling amusements for spinsters, and Miss Tarabotti was not the kind of spinster who could garner even that much pleasure from the event. To put the pudding in the puff: she had retreated to the library, her favorite sanctuary in any house, only to happen upon an unexpected vampire. She.”

— Gail Carriger

181. “Well, if I must, fine. I’ll guard the retreat,” said Alexia. “Buy us some time.” “What, in a clock shop?”

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182. “They never could entirely control preternaturals. It’s your pragmatism. Your kind cannot be persuaded by faith; pure logic must be applied.”

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183. “Sophronia and Dimity took a vacant love seat at the front, Sophronia dislodging a large, fluffy cat with a scrunched-up face. The cat gave her a disgusted look. Or seemed to; it was hard to tell with that face.”

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184. “Things were always funnier when one was lying down.”

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185. “I do not giggle without purpose. Lady Linette says you should never misapply a giggle.”

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186. “Lord Maccon was Scottish-big; this gentleman was only English-big – there was a distinct difference.”

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187. “If that Alpha wanted to dash off into the jungle with a mysterious goddess on her back on a whimsical evening run in the middle of a prospective battle, they would go with her.”

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188. “Lord Akeldama waggled a wrist limply in the air. “There is a sizable game in motion, my darlings. I depend upon you all to play it with your usual consummate skill.”

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189. “He was not very big, mostly because he was not a very big human, and the basic principles of conservation of mass still applied whether supernatural or not. Werewolves had to obey the laws of physics just like everyone else.”

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190. “Well, I am terribly concerned for your health. One simply should not weigh so much at your age.” Lady Maccon poked at a sagging carrot and wondered if anyone would miss her dear sister were she to be oh-so-gently tipped over the rail of the upper deck.”

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191. “Percy was struck by a flight of fancy, imagining Arsenic in his lap, with Footnote on top of both of them. A tangle of limbs and books and cat and comfort. He was startled by the depth of his own yearning.”

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192. “For you, it’s gossip. For me, it’s action.”

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193. “The duke contents himself mainly with attempting to rule the world and other suchlike nonsense. When one is guiding the patterns of the social universe, a single spinster preternatural is unlikely to cause one undue distress.”

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194. “This is the time for obscure Italian mathematicians.”

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195. “But wait. What blood from yonder mortal drips?” Lord Akeldama misquoted.”

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196. “Do not trouble me with such weak excuses.”

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197. “Just like a cat, to mould her environment to suit her whim.”

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198. “Like to go somewhere more private and be scandalous some more?”

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199. “What’s wrong with you? Are you ill? I forbid you to be ill, wife.”

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200. “It is a great skill to have friends in low places. They, too, have things to teach you.”

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