Top 160 Margaret Rogerson Quotes (2026 Update)
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101. “Perfect subjects make for less interesting work.”

— Margaret Rogerson

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

— Margaret Rogerson

103. “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.”

— Margaret Rogerson

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

— Margaret Rogerson

105. “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.”

— Margaret Rogerson

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

— Margaret Rogerson

107. “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.”

— Margaret Rogerson

108. “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

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

— Margaret Rogerson

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

— Margaret Rogerson

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

— Margaret Rogerson

112. “I wondered if my head and heart would ever reconcile, or whether I’d just cursed myself to relive this moment for the rest of my years, half assured I’d made the only choice available to me, half always whispering if only, the whole of me filled with bitter regret.”

— Margaret Rogerson

113. “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.”

— Margaret Rogerson

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

— Margaret Rogerson

115. “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.”

— Margaret Rogerson

116. “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?”

— Margaret Rogerson

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

— Margaret Rogerson

118. “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.”

— Margaret Rogerson

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

— Margaret Rogerson

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

— Margaret Rogerson

121. “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.”

— Margaret Rogerson

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

— Margaret Rogerson

123. “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.”

— Margaret Rogerson

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

— Margaret Rogerson

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

— Margaret Rogerson

126. “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.”

— Margaret Rogerson

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

— Margaret Rogerson

128. “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.”

— Margaret Rogerson

129. “Hello, you menace.”

— Margaret Rogerson

130. “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.”

— Margaret Rogerson

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

— Margaret Rogerson

132. “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.”

— Margaret Rogerson

133. “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.”

— Margaret Rogerson

134. “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.”

— Margaret Rogerson

135. “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.”

— Margaret Rogerson

136. “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.”

— Margaret Rogerson

137. “Now stop making me feel things.”

— Margaret Rogerson

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

— Margaret Rogerson

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

— Margaret Rogerson

140. “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.”

— Margaret Rogerson

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

— Margaret Rogerson

142. “They watched without speaking as it ascended to burn itself to ashes – a gruesome, tortured, deadly thing, monstrous but not beyond love, capable in the end of this final act of redemption.”

— Margaret Rogerson

143. “In that moment she thought fiercely that she would protect him from anything; she would battle villains, demons, monsters, to keep him safe. If she could, she would even battle his memories.”

— Margaret Rogerson

144. “Rook” – she lowered her voice even further – “do you ever wonder what it would be like to be something other than what we are?”

— Margaret Rogerson

145. “To think that the world could fall to ruin due to the decisions of a single small-minded man in charge – that that was all it took to doom everyone –.”

— Margaret Rogerson

146. “They couldn’t do much against unbound revenants, granted, aside from tickle us a little – but I can’t emphasize enough how distracting it is to have someone tickling you in the middle of a battle. It completely spoils the mood.”

— Margaret Rogerson

147. “No wonder the escaped grimoires were squabbling with each other. The older ones would disagree with the changes written down in the younger ones; the younger ones would chafe against antiquated opinions of their elders. The drawers weren’t just meant to organize them, but to keep them separated from each other. Sorted chronologically, they would be filed with other grimoires they liked, or at least wouldn’t try to rip apart.”

— Margaret Rogerson

148. “I don’t want a suitor,” she replied, emotion coursing through her. “I just want you, Nathaniel, not life-endangering acts of heroism, or – or priceless treasures, or even starlight in a jar. I haven’t changed my mind. I still love you. I think it’s possible I might love you even more than I did three months ago.”

— Margaret Rogerson

149. “I felt as though I needed to prove it still existed as around me a dozen voices shouted my name, desperate to own pieces of me, uncaring of the truth: even if they butchered me like an animal, there wouldn’t be enough blood in my body to anoint their holy arrows. They would martyr me themselves to satisfy their hunger for a saint.”

— Margaret Rogerson

150. “I used to fancy him. Then he went and grew that mustache. Or he murdered a gerbil and attached it to his face.”

— Margaret Rogerson