Top 400 Gail Carriger Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “For you, it’s gossip. For me, it’s action.”

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

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203. “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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204. “Rue floated through it all on a puffy cloud of ulterior motives.”

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205. “It was difficult to see the exact nature of his expression as, in addition to the ubiquitous mustache, the clockmaker also wore a golden-brown beard of such epic proportions as might dwarf a mulberry bush. It was as though his mustache had become overly enthusiastic and, seized with the spirit of adventure, set out to conquer the southern reaches of his face in a take-no-prisoners kind of way.”

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206. “You think loyalty can be bought?” “Don’t you?”

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207. “I must send a beard to rescue a mustache!”

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208. “In a desperate bid to reestablish civilized talk and decorum, Miss Hisselpenny said, quite loudly, “I see they are bringing in the fish course. What a pleasant surprise. I do so love fish. Don’t you Mr., uh, Dubh. It is so very, um, salty.”

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209. “I was rather hoping we could live happily in sin for a very long time.”

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

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

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212. “Your daughter would like to know if you are still going insane, dear.” Paw considered this. “I’ve been married to your mother for over two decades. You might allow me certain dispensation for eccentricity.”

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213. “To be stupid was one thing; to be stupid and evil yielded up untidy consequences.”

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

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

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216. “If anyone saw Monique, a well-dressed woman of quality, dangling from the doorway, they apparently assumed everyone had difficulties in life and moved on.”

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

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218. “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.”

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219. “Biffy didn’t like enigmas – they were out of fashion.”

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220. “Lord Maccon believed that if his trousers were on his legs, and something else was on his torso, he was dressed. The less done after that, the better. His wife had been startled to find that in the summertime, he actually went around their room barefoot! Once – and only once, mind you – he even attempted to join her for tea in such a state. Impossible man. Alexia put a stop to that posthaste.”

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221. “Apparently, gentlemen not only liked to kiss and touch women everywhere, they did that and more, on a regular basis, and mostly not with ladies at all, but with women of less genteel breeding. Some gentlemen, her brothers had whispered, even did it with each other. Although this was considered quite uncouth, Sophronia gathered, once one left Eton.”

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222. “Oh, Sophronia, thank goodness. Save me? Please? All those young girls, in pastels, talking about the weather. I shall go jump off a bridge, I swear I shall. Do you have bridges in Wiltshire? They chatter, they chatter worse than Dimity ever did. Oh, the chattering! The chattering, it haunts me.”

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223. “Alexia was rather strapping. He preferred her that way. Undersized women reminded him of yippy dogs.”

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224. “Percy has a cat, named Footnote. Or as Virgil put it, Footnote has a human, named Percy.”

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225. “Yes?” Percy did not try to tame the grumpiness in his voice. He hated to be disturbed while he was reading. Of course, he was always reading, but that did not signify.”

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226. “I like fish,” chirruped Tunstell. Felicity drew his attention immediately back to herself. “Really, Mr. Tunstell? What is your preferred breed?” “Well” – Tunstell hesitated – “you know, the um, ones that” – he made a swooping motion with both hands – “uh, swim.”

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227. “And so, for the first time, a gentleman is throwing me over. How unexpected. What sensation does this engender in me? Am I saddened? Is my heart crushed? No, that’s more likely hunger. It’s been ages since luncheon. Oh well.”

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228. “Acknowledgements With grateful thanks to the three least-appreciated and hardest-working proselytizers of the written word: independent bookstores, librarians, and teachers.”

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229. “She investigated further: moving along with little kisses down his throat and over his collarbone until she came to the same location on his neck that on hers was currently a decorative black and blue color. She bit him. Hard. Alexia never did anything by halves.”

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230. “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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231. “Professor Braithwope was undergoing a very dangerous test indeed. For queen and country, the potentate had said. For science, Sophronia thought.”

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232. “I believe there is a considerable range in the bang of most guns.”

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233. “Algebra was far more interesting when it was a matter of proportioning out mutton chops so as to poison only half of one’s dinner guests and then determining the relative value of purchasing a more expensive, yet more effective, antidote over a home remedy.”

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234. “Consider the necessary, analyze the consequences, clean up the mess.”

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235. “Gavin felt his request was greatly daring – her gun was still within reach.”

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236. “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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237. “It is a valuable thing for an intelligencer to be forgotten.”

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238. “I suppose that saves us from having to determine what to do with a butler who goes around killing people. It certainly reflects badly upon our domestic staff. Still, I shall miss him. There was a man who knew how to brew a good cup of tea.”

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239. “Lord Maccon reflected upon the state of his life wherein he had somehow gained a spouse who could not give a pig’s foot for the latest dresses out of Paris but who whined about not owning an aethographic transmitter. Well, at least the two were comparable obsessions so far as expense was concerned.”

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240. “Someone was trying to kill Lady Alexia Maccon. It was most inconvenient, as she was in a dreadful hurry.”

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241. “Can you imagine... the detrimental effect on your marriage prospects, to be found unchaperoned in a library with a dead vampire!”

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242. “Where does one purchase a mustache in London? Fleet Street?”

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243. “Alexia wondered what it said about her character that Ivy had genuinely believed she would intentionally go climbing about the side of a floating dirigible.”

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244. “Lyall understood a broken heart, but it could not be allowed to rumple perfectly good shirtwaists.”

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245. “Even Alexia, spinster that she was, was given an allowance large enough to dress her to the height of fashion – although she did tend to stick to trends a little too precisely. The poor thing could not help it. Her choice of clothing simply lacked soul.”

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246. “I have always been hers. Although she is taking her time accepting it.” “I.”

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247. “Rue was not above fabricating fate, if it would not be tempted.”

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248. “Trust is a lot to ask of someone.”

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249. “And so we glide in on the wisps of receding fog, emerging out of the white with the rays of the dying sun highlighting all our puffy majesty.′ Dimity was moved by loss to muttering poetic twaddle.”

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250. “Miss Tarabotti pinched him for such blatant innuendo. It did not matter where she pinched, as the earl was a bare canvas of pinchability.”

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