Top 500 Olivie Blake Quotes (2026 Update)
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451. “Men, conceptually, are canceled,” Libby said to her knees. “This Society? Founded by men, I guarantee it. Kill someone for initiation? A man’s idea. Totally male.”

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452. “That was how all of science worked, anyway. They were all pieces of some other eventual thing. The atom was part of the atomic bomb. Cataclysm, carnage, world wars, subprime mortgage lending, bank bailouts. In Callum’s mind, human history was interesting because of humans, not science.”

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453. “Aldo contemplated going back to live in that single second of time, when he and she had existed in perfect synchronicity.”

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454. “He planned to stop there, but for whatever reason – perhaps because talking to a cat was its own form of meditation – he kept going.”

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455. “Lives are meant to be taken back, not saved.”

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456. “Participation in capitalism is its own form of doom – it can only end pointlessly no matter what you do, we all go into the ground.”

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457. “If the only way to win was not to feel, then it seemed very clear that the only way to lose was never to play.”

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458. “Reina, however, had a plan. She had many plans. She didn’t run around lighting people on fire without calculating the risk of what went up in flames.”

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459. “It was an old trick, really, death and disappearance to start anew.”

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460. “This was a torment she would seek again and again. The trauma of him was exquisite, the vice of his intimacy combative and honeyed.”

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461. “I am a mortal who was raised by Death. I’m a man who has loved, and been loved, by a god.”

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462. “But hadn’t that always been the source of her danger? Not her magic, not her power, but her rootlessness – her willingness to light a match because she loved nothing on this earth too much to watch it burn?”

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463. “Fire was so primitive, so archaic a problem; for Tokyo, an epicenter of advancements in both magical and mortal technologies, to suffer something as backward as the unsophistication of boundless flame was troublingly biblical.”

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464. “Reading the mind of a person you cannot change is as powerless as time-traveling to an ending you can’t rewrite.”

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465. “Math is a difficult thing to love, he said. It’s precise and unforgiving, it’s evasive and it will never love me back, but I don’t have much of a choice, do I? It’s the thing that I can do that other people can’t, or that other people lack the patience for. Are there worthier things, more rewarding things? Yes, probably. But I don’t know what they are, they never showed themselves to me. Only math did.”

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466. “That’s absurd,” said Tristan.”

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467. “You, I think, have a condition of smallness, invisibility.” He sat up, leaning forward. “You are forced to see everything as it is, Tristan,” Callum murmured, “because you think you cannot be seen at all.”

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468. “Reina hadn’t known her mother very well, but she was pretty sure that this speech was a very sad way for her story to end – that all could be said of her unremarkable life was that she was proficient at two jobs. Nothing about whether she sang off-key in the shower or was fearful of garden snakes, or anything to give her any real shape at all.”

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469. “The problem is the latent human tendency to create an avatar of a person in our minds, reassembling them from the biases of our memories until the fragment of them in our heads becomes more simplified, and more and more inadequate over time.”

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470. “People had a maddening tendency to be precisely what they were in the most unpredictable, erratic way possible.”

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471. “The idea that even he didn’t recognize happiness when he felt it was comforting, in some way. She was comforted by knowing he was equally as stupid and hopeless as she was.”

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472. “The brushstrokes were precisely the artist’s, not hers. It was thievery in every possible aspect of its creation. She had left nothing of herself in its reproduction, merely cloning the vacant starvation that had existed there before, and then she’d done the same another dozen times; proving to herself that, at very least, she could still see, she could still think, she could still interpret.”

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473. “I don’t want to rule the world, I don’t want to control it, I don’t even want to influence it. I want to sit beside you in a little garden, I want to put your needs before mine, I want to fetch you a glass of water when you’re thirsty. I want to laugh at your jokes, even the bad ones, and bury my head in proverbial sand.”

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474. “I can make a new world for you,” he said to the edge of her jaw. “All you have to do is say the word, Parisa, and everything can be ours.”

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475. “It felt like drama of the vastest heights, his kiss the overture of all the greatest operas – the summit of every landscape’s peak, a rush of tides and fates and furies – and she melted in his arms, warmed by more than just the spell at the tips of her fingers.”

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476. “What’s the easiest way in?” Reina asked then, observing the prime minister through narrowed eyes. “Fear,” said Callum. “Sometimes greed, sometimes shame, and on very rare but notable occasions, sometimes love. But always fear.”

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477. “A kiss that went on for half a moment, endlessly, and lasted infinitesimally, for years. It was trauma and mortality, legend and mythology, and then, out of oblivion, a little whisper of, “Does he taste like me?”

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478. “How pathetic, thinking she could simply look at a gallery of intimacy and then approximate it for arousal in her head. Funny how desire had blended with closeness in her mind; how she’d confused pure physicality for the sensation of being whole.”

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479. “Her ship? It’s always sinking, she hates it, it’s either sinking or it’s exploding, either way it never seems to be going anywhere.”

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480. “He was so British she could spread him on a crumpet.”

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481. “I kept your hands clean for twelve years, Baba Yaga,” said Marya Antonova. “But now, these filthy hands are taking what’s theirs.”

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482. “Marya and Dimitri had given Sasha and Lev the simplicity – the beautiful normality – that they themselves had been denied. Dimitri had given Lev freedom from a life he’d never wanted. He’d given him choices. Last words would have been paltry in comparison to this: the Antonova witch who kissed him goodbye with the words let me go, because she would be back. She would be back, and she would be his.”

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483. “God’s asleep in the next bed, Tristan. She’s wearing an eye mask and ear plugs because apparently I snore.”

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484. “People were such delicate little playthings.”

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485. “They had not even disentangled and already, Dalton was looking for ways to make her the villain of his femme fatale narrative, which was hardly something she had the time or patience for.”

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486. “Unluck,” Dalton repeated. “Hexes are of course the most direct form; intentional bad luck caused to the victim. The other two – ” “Jinxes are inconveniences, entanglements,” said Libby. “And curses are deliberate harm?”

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487. “That she will keep turning corners until she finds him.”

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488. “How strange it was, being so close to death; looking it in the face, grasping the finery of all its features.”

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489. “To good women – May we be them, may we raise them, and may they all enjoy their little treats.”

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490. “The way she only inhabited the person she thought of as herself if she was feeling someone else’s pain. Their grief. Their anger. Their debilitating joy. Their delusory love. Their cruel and unrelenting fate. How beautifully she could carry the suffering of others, wearing their misery so she didn’t have to acknowledge her own... Translating the human experience which was itself full of badness, so that she never had to hold her own badness for too long.”

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491. “One day,” he sighed, “you’ll discover that my understanding of math does not translate to a grasp of human behavior, and then it will occur to you that I am, in fact, an idiot.”

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492. “God demanded blood in almost every culture. Was magic any different?”

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493. “Of course you get a say,” Libby corrected him. “You can say, ‘Libby, I love you and I support you,’ or you can say something else.”

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494. “Grief, oh god, the weight of it. Depression was hollow, sadness was vacant. Neither was anything like this.”

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495. “Whenever you’re ready. When you’ve finished making heaven and earth your domain, come back.”

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496. “Even when there’s nothing to live for, there’s always the next meal.”

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497. “Is that possible? Removing my womanhood from the equation?”

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498. “From somewhere in his mind’s periphery he caught the vestiges of a very Rhodesian sigh – Varona, honestly, like the proverbial chord that David played to annoy the Lord.”

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499. “Maybe after a lifetime of being useless, Tristan simply wanted to be used.”

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500. “You have a problem,” Parisa observed, arching a brow. “Nonsense. I have a hobby,” said Callum. “It’s everyone else who has a problem.”

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