Top 400 Gail Carriger Quotes (2026 Update)
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351. “Mr Lefoux, would you fetch Prim for me? She seems to have been kilted.” Quesnel.”

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352. “The man was dead after all. But not powerless. Formerly Floote was many things, but powerless wasn’t one of them. He had knowledge.”

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353. “In for the boil, might as well steam.”

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354. “Knowing Miss Hisselpenny’s constitution, if the mummy were gruesome enough, dinner might just be revisited.”

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355. “Alexia found herself surrounded and embraced by a room of such unmitigated welcome and personality that it was akin to being yelled at by plum pudding.”

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356. “At least with men, one always knew where they were located, great yelling, galumphing creatures that they were. She.”

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357. “She’s kind of like an odd, loud, fierce fairy godmother, isn’t she?”

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358. “The sofa clattered back into motion and came after her but was confined to the shed. It stopped in the doorway, glaring at her and shaking threatening tassels – if an object without eyes can be said to glare. Sophronia felt sorry for the chaise longue, but she wasn’t going to risk being caught in order to mollify a gaudy piece of furniture.”

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359. “I hate missing everything. That’s why I want to marry well and be a grand lady. Then I can host all the parties, all the time, and see everything that is going on always. How can you stand not knowing?”

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360. “Footnote, tail high, led the way in that manner of cats which is one part banner-waving herald and one part attempted murder by tripping. Cats in hallways – escort meets assassination attempt.”

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361. “No, miss, friendship would be a finish.”

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362. “Miss Tarabotti felt such rules did not entirely apply to her, as she was a spinster. Had been a spinster for as long as she could remember. In her more acerbic moments, she felt she had been born a spinster.”

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363. “She was no closer to determining who might want her dead. There were just too many possibilities.”

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364. “Even if she’d known what to do with a man, how did one tempt another woman?”

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365. “I am rather fond of ladybugs. They are so delightfully hemispherical.”

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366. “Many was the lady whose belief in another’s sound judgment was based solely upon that other judging her favorably.”

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367. “Torture?” Primrose’s tone was thoughtful. “Cold tea?” “German poetry.” Percy reached to a shelf and offered up an unpleasantly fat leather-bound volume. Rue was arrested. “There’s such a thing as German poetry?” Primrose nodded seriously. “Yes. Save yourself.”

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368. “Rue bounced in happily. Everything was so pretty and colourful. She and Prim were dressed to confuse. Tea espionage was afoot. This was going to be fun.”

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369. “The mechanimal sat back on his haunches and sent a puff of smoke at her, tail wagging back and forth hopefully.”

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370. “Later on Lady Maccon was to describe that particular day as the worst of her life. She had neither the soul nor the romanticism to consider childbirth magical or emotionally transporting. So far as she could gather it mostly involved pain indignity and mess. There was nothing engaging or appealing about the process. And as she told her husband firmly she intended never to go through it again.”

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371. “The monkeys, she explained, were considered reincarnated politicians, which made Rue laugh and the stick entirely understandable.”

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372. “She’d never judge. She wasn’t remotely like that. She’d judge a man’s throw pillows, but not his family.”

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373. “He also seemed to speak predominantly in italics.”

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374. “The fact that he’d become withdrawn and insular was no surprise to Percy. He’d few examples of affection to call upon. Aunt Alexia and Lord Maccon being the singular exception. Their marriage, to his outside eye, had always been combative but never lacking warmth. Percy could admit to himself, if not to Arsenic, that he was attracted by their model of a profound and loving relationship, if perhaps hoping for a little less rushing about and banging of heads together.”

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375. “I must say, like most daughters, I resent being accused of emulating my mother.”

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376. “Leap first, everything else later was her motto.”

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377. “For the first time in her life, Primrose forgot entirely about her tea.”

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378. “While her own taste was, frankly, pedestrian, Lady Maccon did enjoy seeing what all the peacocks had arranged to drape themselves with. In the better parts of London, one could run into almost anything: the latest evening gowns from Paris, floating dresses to the extremes of practicality from the Americas, and the fullest, most complex cravat ties imaginable. One could witness a veritable cornucopia of visual delights merely by driving through the crowded streets. If.”

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379. “Alexia Tarabotti would not be moved from the punch bowl. She had selected her station for the evening and would wallflower there with the best of them. She should be good at it by now; it was all she ever did at a party. And in this instance, as it was remarkably tasty punch, any relocation seemed fraught with fruitlessness.”

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380. “She was all tall muscled power, full bloom and without guile. Lord Akeldama was composed entirely of guile.”

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381. “Soap looked pale. Sophronia hadn’t thought that possible. Normally her Soap was dark as Christmas cake and just as full of nutty goodness. He seemed flat and empty now.”

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382. “Under normal circumstances, Alexia would have been put off by the disreputable state of the sandwich, but it was meant so kindly and offered with such diffidence, she could do nothing but accept. It was actually rather tasty.”

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383. “If you’re staying, I’m staying,” insisted the best of all possible friends.”

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384. “No wife ever cleared a man’s character, not without a great deal of trouble on the lower decks. So.”

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385. “This resembled hedgehog fur so precisely that Percy, who rarely noticed fashion, was struck momentarily speechless by the shocking similarity between this hat and his mother’s Erinaceinae nature.”

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386. “Well, you shouldn’t go around being nasty when the rest of us are armed with nibbly bits, should you?”

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387. “We are an institution of high learning and higher manners. We simply cannot shoot first; it isn’t done. Now, remember that, Miss Temminnick, do – a lady never shoots first. She asks questions, then she shoots.”

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388. “Rearranging furniture was leagues better than seducing people.”

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389. “My eyelash fluttering is subpar.”

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390. “Dirigibles were all well and good if one wanted to waft about the countryside, taking in views. Gavin wanted his tea. And.”

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391. “Writers are the modern vanguards of narrative, and as such, we are in a dangerous position of power.”

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392. “Auribus teneo lupum.” “No Latin! You know I can’t abide Latin during unsustainable situations!”

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393. “For x, as it turned out, equaled two.”

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394. “The sun was near to rising. Percy downed the last of his drink and pondered the nature of love and manipulation and ghosts and souls, confident in his own superiority in needing none of these things to be content with his life.”

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395. “So it proved to be the case, for some time at least.”

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396. “How many times has he taken revenge on a woman for the sins of a wife decades dead?”

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397. “Independent thought,” emphasised Percy, “is independent thought. We cannot control the outcome. And if we try, we risk becoming the very thing we fear and are persuading him against. Evil.”

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398. “He let the laugh puff out. “Neither. I hold back for love of waiting. Na so I might charge in later – dinna mistake my meaning. When you are ready to tell me what you wish, I will give it to you. Simple as that. Dinna fret – I work hard if you put me to the task, Lady Villentia.”

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399. “Cooked sausage, up and down, halfway between cat’s tail and cricket bat. With something to make it smooth, like oil or face cream.”

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400. “Pillover Plumleigh-Teignmott’s biggest problem was that he met the love of his life when he was twelve years of age and then spent the rest of that life misplacing her. Or more to the point, she kept intentionally misplacing herself.”

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