Top 400 Gail Carriger Quotes (2024 Update)
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351. “As though growing up were something one could do contagiously, caught through associating with officious older sisters.”

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352. “Mr Lefoux, would you fetch Prim for me? She seems to have been kilted.” Quesnel.”

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

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354. “Alexia figured, delightedly, that this meant he did, in fact, tend to traipse around his private apartments in the altogether. Marriage was becoming more and more of an attractive prospect.”

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355. “Soap understood her. Soap would always understand.”

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356. “Like a proper gentleman, the good captain never made mention of the undergarment murder.”

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357. “The other gentleman was Lord Akeldama – an undersized absurdity, all pompadour and no circumstance. He sported a monocle he didn’t need, an accent not his own, and an attitude forever tempting disregard. He was also the deadliest creature Preshea knew.”

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

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

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360. “The stars were vast and twinkling with savage cheer above them, and the sea was a vast and satin-rich bed of cruelty below. Primrose shivered at her own fancy, but there was something about the wide emptiness that terrorised. I suppose I am nothing if not a creature of cities with bustling streets and cosy hearths. This vastness is not for me. And I am not for it.”

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361. “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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362. “He also seemed to speak predominantly in italics.”

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

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

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366. “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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367. “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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368. “She was no closer to determining who might want her dead. There were just too many possibilities.”

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

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370. “If I don’t like it, I stop. Life’s too short to read a book that doesn’t entertain me.”

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371. “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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372. “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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373. “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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374. “I must say, like most daughters, I resent being accused of emulating my mother.”

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

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

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

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379. “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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380. “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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381. “No wife ever cleared a man’s character, not without a great deal of trouble on the lower decks. So.”

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

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

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385. “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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386. “My eyelash fluttering is subpar.”

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387. “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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388. “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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389. “Writers are the modern vanguards of narrative, and as such, we are in a dangerous position of power.”

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

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391. “What if I want him to throw me up against the wall and press against me with his whole body, as if he needed me to breathe?”

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

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393. “Her mother’s face was all thunderclouds. “Give up stays, indeed! With your figure? To think, you’ve been dancing without support. Lordy, lordy. The uncontrollable wobble of it all!”

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

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

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397. “She also relished the fact that something had died in order for her to dress properly.”

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398. “If she was lucky, the most strenuous endeavour she need undertake in any given day was the lifting of a teacup to her lips.”

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399. “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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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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