Top 500 Seanan McGuire Quotes (2026 Update)
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251. “Some things we have to hide from science, waiting for the day when people will be ready to deal with the idea of talking mice or fish with fur. Other things science hides from itself, because no one really wants the night to be dark and filled with monsters. That era has passed.”

— Seanan McGuire

252. “Quentin Sollys: the Once and Future King of Spiders.”

— Seanan McGuire

253. “Their past is littered with the unburied bodies of the people they chose never to become.”

— Seanan McGuire

254. “That probably wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve ever done. Points for style, I guess. Points off for being too stupid to live.”

— Seanan McGuire

255. “There are very few people in this world who will love and treasure us for who we are, rather than who they think we have the potential to someday become.”

— Seanan McGuire

256. “No one deserves to be the only living example of their own kind. No one should be that alone in the world.”

— Seanan McGuire

257. “Magic is nice, but napalm is reliable.”

— Seanan McGuire

258. “We went down, and at the bottom there was a door, and on the door there was a sign. Two words. BE SURE. Sure of what? We were twelve, we weren’t sure of anything.”

— Seanan McGuire

259. “It’s not that I don’t date. It’s that I don’t date. I am an essentially misanthropic person: I don’t like people much, and they usually reward me by not liking me either.”

— Seanan McGuire

260. “Sometimes I think it must have been nice to be alive in the days where everyone knew that Faerie existed. Sure, bands of angry humans sometimes tried to kill us with iron and fire, but nobody questioned where we wanted to celebrate the seasons.”

— Seanan McGuire

261. “New York is a city built upon the cannibalized remains of its own past, constantly changing, constantly the same.”

— Seanan McGuire

262. “Corpses are incapable of offering informed consent, and are hence no better than vibrators.”

— Seanan McGuire

263. “They were supposed to grow up with their hands in each other’s pockets, compensating for one another’s weaknesses, encouraging one another’s strengths.”

— Seanan McGuire

264. “Numbers are simple, obedient things, as long as you understand the rules they live by. Words are trickier. They twist and bite and require too much attention.”

— Seanan McGuire

265. “This was always the difficult part, back when she’d been at her old school: explaining that “asexual” and “aromantic” were different things.”

— Seanan McGuire

266. “Every city is the Impossible City, when a savior is needed badly enough.”

— Seanan McGuire

267. “My lord was never sane, but he was my love, once. He always will be, somewhere. Wherever it is that the once upon a times go when they die.”

— Seanan McGuire

268. “Hey, I’m a psychopomp in service to the Goddess of the Dead,” I say. “Reassuring isn’t in my tool kit.”

— Seanan McGuire

269. “You’re a nerd,” I said, and swatted him in the arm. “You seemed all cool and mysterious back when I was afraid of you, but I’m not afraid of you anymore, and I can see clearly that you are a nerd.”

— Seanan McGuire

270. “The rot at the root isn’t the revolution, it’s the ruler who refuses to resign. King-breaking is a symptom of sickness, not the cause.”

— Seanan McGuire

271. “Life was one long series of efforts to reach the golden mean, where everything was the way that it was supposed to be.”

— Seanan McGuire

272. “I am a genius of infinite potential and highly limited patience. People shouldn’t try me so.”

— Seanan McGuire

273. “If we encounter heretics while on the search for our brave Priestess, we will smite them down with the Fury of a Thousand Angry Rolling Pins!” squeaked the mouse. “Don’t know what that means, really. I’ve got to assume it’s pretty dire, since it’s coming from a talking mouse,” said Uncle Mike.”

— Seanan McGuire

274. “And who knows what’s going to go wrong next? The Luidaeg, probably. But she’s not telling.”

— Seanan McGuire

275. “A pie?” Now she just sounded dubious. “Was it an evil pie?” “Yeah. Yeah, it was.”

— Seanan McGuire

276. “Each time I tell myself you have reached the summit of your strangeness, you find a way to climb still higher.” “Look at it this way: being married to me will never be boring.”

— Seanan McGuire

277. “This was Confection, land of the culinary art become miracle; land of lonely children whose hands itched for pie tins or rolling pins, for the comfortable predictability of timers and sugar scoops and heaping cups of flour. This was a land where perfectly measured ingredients created nonsensical towers of whimsy and wonder – and maybe that was why they could be here, logical creatures that they were, without feeling assaulted by the world around them.”

— Seanan McGuire

278. “Coffee and corpses, that’s my life. Sometimes I hate being me.”

— Seanan McGuire

279. “IT CAN BE EASY, when hearing about someone else’s adventures in a far-off, magical land, to say “I would never choose the mundane world over the fantastical. I would run into rivers of rainbow as fast as my legs would carry me, and I would never once look back.” It is so often easy, when one has the luxury of being sure a thing will never happen, to be equally sure of one’s answers.”

— Seanan McGuire

280. “May’s style was best described as “Jem and the Holograms meets Rainbow Brite.”

— Seanan McGuire

281. “I think the rules were different there. It was all about science, but the science was magical. It didn’t care about whether something could be done. It was about whether it should be done, and the answer was always, always yes.”

— Seanan McGuire

282. “Pass the dynamite.”

— Seanan McGuire

283. “Eleanor West’s Home for Wayward Children was an island of misfit toys, a place to put the unfinished stories and the broken wanderers who could butcher a deer and string a bow but no longer remembered what to do with indoor plumbing. It was also, more importantly, a holding pen for heroes. Whatever they might have become when they’d been cast out of their chosen homes, they’d been heroes once, each in their own ways. And they did not forget.”

— Seanan McGuire

284. “Nothing good survives summarization. Not even pie, and pie is a universal constant of goodness.”

— Seanan McGuire

285. “Then he looked back to me, and smiled. It was a terrible expression, filled with edges, and with knives.”

— Seanan McGuire

286. “I visit her grave as often as I can. I leave bouquets of rosemary and rue, and I tell her that I’m sorry, and I promise her that next time I’ll do better. Next time someone makes me a hero, I’ll save them.”

— Seanan McGuire

287. “It gets better. It never gets easy, but it does start to hurt a little less.”

— Seanan McGuire

288. “They can be hard for their families to understand, those returned, used-up miracle children. They sound like liars to people who never had a doorway of their own. They sound like dreamers. They sound... unwell, to the charitable, and simply sick to the cruel.”

— Seanan McGuire

289. “You had years of medical knowledge behind you, scores of experts beside you, and still you chose to run like dumb animals, useless and panicked, to infect the world that you were so sure existed to obey you.”

— Seanan McGuire

290. “Better cranky and alive than cheerful and dead.”

— Seanan McGuire

291. “Remember, Very,” Dad used to say when I whined about the goggles, “if your opponent has night vision and you’ve never bothered to learn the local landmarks by anything but sight, you’re going to be in a bit of a pickle when it’s time to avoid getting disemboweled.”

— Seanan McGuire

292. “Someone made us. Someone made us, and then they separated us because we were dangerous when we were together.”

— Seanan McGuire

293. “Death doesn’t bother me but murder makes me edgy, and my lack of weaponry suddenly felt like a potentially fatal mistake. If we got back to the hotel alive, I wasn’t coming back here again without my knife and the baseball bat. And maybe a tank, if I could find one fast enough.”

— Seanan McGuire

294. “An unreported death is just a disappearance in its Sunday clothes.”

— Seanan McGuire

295. “Sometimes fairness isn’t the goal. Sometimes it’s all about survival.”

— Seanan McGuire

296. “Magical thinking might seem like nonsense to some people, but he had danced with skeletons by the light of a marigold moon, he had kissed the glimmering skull of a girl with no lips and loved her as he had never loved anything or anyone in his life, and he thought he’d earned a certain amount of nonsense, as long as it helped him get by.”

— Seanan McGuire

297. “Hello carnivore,′ said the mouse priest. He turned and bowed to Uncle Mike and Dominic. ‘Hail to the High Priest of Goddammit Eat Something Already, and to the God of Hard Choices in Dark Places.’ Ryan blinked. ‘What?’ ‘It’s a mouse thing, just roll with it, you’ll be happier that way,’ I advised.”

— Seanan McGuire

298. “We’re good,” said Rose, sounding faintly disgusted. “Get into the digestive tract of the hybrid dead woman. Everything’s fine.”

— Seanan McGuire

299. “Painters and sculptors and designers, they take raw materials and turn them into art. Dancers turn themselves into art. We are poetry in motion when we do our jobs right, and we can stop your heart with the point of a toe or the angle of a limb.”

— Seanan McGuire

300. “I was here for revenge. And revenge did not need a nap.”

— Seanan McGuire