Top 160 Margaret Rogerson Quotes (2026 Update)
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101. “I will see Master Thorn settled.” Silas paused to sniff the air beside Elisabeth. “Then, Miss Scrivener, I shall draw you a bath. I believe supper is also in order. And – has no one lit the lamps?” He looked aggrieved. “I have hardly been absent for twenty-four hours, and already the world has descended into ruin.”

— Margaret Rogerson

102. “Perfect subjects make for less interesting work.”

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103. “Didn’t they realize their lives were worth more than the dubious affection of one silly man?”

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104. “You mean the connection’s never occurred to you before? Do you have any critical thinking skills at all?” He stared straight ahead in full hauteur. “Of course I do. I am a – ” “Yes, I know. You’re a prince. Never mind.” I got the distinct feeling he’d never heard the term critical thinking before in his life.”

— Margaret Rogerson

105. “You’re a proper monster Silas. I’m glad of it.”

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106. “She wasn’t a wielder of chains; she was a breaker of them.”

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107. “Now she felt as though she were a ghost haunting her own body, gazing at her life through a dirty glass.”

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108. “I’m already with you, and it suits me perfectly well,” she said. “You’re enough for me the way you are, Nathaniel Thorn. I want nothing more.”

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109. “Are all librarians like you, or is it only the feral ones who have been raised by booklice?”

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110. “They looked like a pair of cupids who had decided they liked shooting people with real arrows better. They were horrible. I loved them so much.”

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111. “I think – I think I was a bit dead already, before you came along.”

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112. “But that was the problem with the old me, I was coming to realize. She’d accepted that behaving correctly meant not being happy, because that was the way the world worked. She hadn’t asked enough – of life, or of herself.”

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113. “She then sat down opposite the steward’s desk and answered a number of job-related questions, such as how quickly she could run, and whether she strongly valued keeping all ten of her fingers. The steward seemed impressed that she found all of his questions perfectly reasonable. Most people, he explained, walked straight out the door. “But this is a library,” she replied in surprise. “What do they expect – that the books won’t try to bite off their fingers?”

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114. “Me, the goat, the revenant, we weren’t very different from each other in the end. Perhaps deep down inside everyone was a just a scared animal afraid of getting hurt, and that explained every confusing and mean and terrible thing we did.”

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115. “Wardens both protected grimoires from the world and protected the world from them.”

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116. “I enlisted Rook’s help in wedging myself up into the corner of the settee, because I wasn’t sure I could sit upright on my own, and determinedly pretended I didn’t have a bright red face and a snotty nose.”

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117. “Very few things escape my attention in the springlands – even the plucking of a flower.” I looked at the cowslip guiltily.”

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118. “I stood gaping at Gadfly until a puzzled smile crossed his lips and he extended his pale hand in my direction, perhaps trying to determine whether I’d died standing up, not an unreasonable concern, as to him humans no doubt seemed to expire at the slightest provocation.”

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119. “Never forget that knowledge is your greatest weapon.”

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120. “Humans simply love inventing superstitions and then getting killed because of them. Or better yet, using them as an excuse to kill other humans.”

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121. “The sooner we get started, the faster I can get back to tormenting widows and scandalizing the elderly with my nefarious black arts.”

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122. “The revenant had devoured the populations of entire cities; it was also the entity who ordered me to eat my pottage.”

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123. “This was a look that would make time stop, if it could. Soft and sharp at once, an aching tenderness edged with sorrow, naked proof of a heart already broken. Here I stood in a dragonfly dress, holding his arm, and he knew our time was almost over.”

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124. “We need to talk about what you said last night.” “I hate it when people tell me that,” he replied. “It’s never good.”

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125. “She would battle villains, demons, monsters to keep him safe. If she could, she would even battle his memories.”

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126. “I have found the scrying mirror, Miss Scrivener.” His tone was mild. “In the future, I advise against using the laundry chute to dispose of magical artifacts.”

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127. “Hello, you menace.”

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128. “Perhaps the decisions that shaped the course of history weren’t made in scenes worthy of stories and tapestries, but in ordinary places like these, driven by desperation and doubt.”

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129. “I’m not decent,” she explained, hugging her arms to her chest. “That’s all right,” he replied. “I hardly ever am, myself.”

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130. “A flower blossomed inside me, a soft, rare bloom aching for light and wind and touch. In another world, it might have been our last kiss. In this one, I wouldn’t allow it.”

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131. “Perhaps deep down inside everyone was just a scared animal afraid of getting hurt, and that explained every confusing and mean and terrible thing we did.”

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132. “His eyes narrowed. “So you do know your thaumaturgical theory.” Elisabeth decided not to tell him that she simply read a lot of novels.”

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133. “You see, here is the Lady’s grace. It has been here all along. She has shown me Her grace in a drink of water when I was thirsty and bread when I was hungry and a bed when I was tired, not through miracles, but through the kindness of those who stood to gain nothing from helping me. It is through the hands of strangers that She has carried out Her will.”

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134. “Something drew tight inside of her, like a violin string awaiting the touch of a bow. Looking down at him, her heart ached with a song that did not have words or notes or form, but strained nonetheless to be given voice- a sensation that was not unlike suffering, for it seemed too great for her body to contain.”

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135. “As he helped her prepare, the sky darkened beyond the cracked-open window. The distant urban melody of wheels rattling over cobblestone, urchins hawking the evening paper, and church bells sonorously pealing the hour mingled with the muted conversations of guests passing in the hall outside.”

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136. “It may be cruel, but it is also fair.”

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137. “This was one of the things she loved best about books... she could briefly clasp hands with them across eternity, a chance meeting of souls made possible by their shared love of a story.”

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138. “Never before had she seen so many mustaches together in one place.”

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139. “If you don’t believe in anything,” he said over his shoulder, “then you have a great deal less to lose.”

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140. “Having a cat with you might even help keep you safe, since they’re so talented at sensing magic.”

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141. “Silas paused even longer. Finally he said, in a voice almost like his own, “I fear he must learn to put his clothes on the right side out. He will have twenty more years now to master the art. Let us hope that time is sufficient.” He took a step forward. ‘Take care of him, Elisabeth.”

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142. “There’s no need to thank me, Scrivener,” Nathaniel said from the floor. He was still peering into cracks in the baseboard, creeping along on his hands and knees. “I’ll get down on all fours for you whenever you like.”

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143. “Amusement glittered in his eyes. “I was warned I’d see some strange things in the countryside,” he said, “but I admit, I didn’t expect to find a feral librarian roaming the stacks.”

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144. “Books, too, had hearts, though they were not the same as people’s, and a book’s heart could be broken: she had seen it happen before.”

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145. “The revenant noticed me sizing up an escape route. “You had better not, nun. Ideally the priest won’t be looking for you at all, but he certainly won’t be looking for a version of you that’s voluntarily socializing with a group of humans. Also, I want to try a pastry.” I felt obscurely betrayed.”

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146. “Now stop making me feel things.”

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147. “A dangerous way of thinking. But libraries are dangerous places. There is no getting around it.”

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148. “His hands left impressions across her skin like the trails of comets, urgent and tingling, her body yearning for more.”

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149. “Not many. Male heirs nearly always inherit the family demon, which is ridiculous, I know. Given my mother’s skill at tricking Maximilian into eating his vegetables, I suspect she would have been far better at managing a demon than most men on the council.”

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150. “I’ll have you know that I’m very good-looking by undead standards.”

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