Top 500 Seanan McGuire Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “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

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

— Seanan McGuire

303. “But he kept running. Sometimes, after all, that’s what must be said to make a hero: the willingness to keep running even after it becomes clear that the entire exercise is doomed to failure. Sometimes heroism is pressing on when the ending is already preordained.”

— Seanan McGuire

304. “Pretty, pithy, petty Moon, born to a woman who had left the Market for the comforting climes of a world where fair value was something each person could negotiate for themselves, rather than having it imposed from without by an unimpeachable force of nature. Sweet, sharp, sour Moon, whose true name could never be given because it had been lost, who had seen her world narrow to an owl’s understanding of hunt and hole and hover. This story could so easily have belonged to her.”

— Seanan McGuire

305. “For others, the lure of a world where they fit is too great to escape, and they will spend the rest of their lives rattling at windows and peering at locks, trying to find the way home.”

— Seanan McGuire

306. “Grandma married him because he was the first man she’d ever met who wasn’t affected by her telepathy. This is the sort of thing that Internet dating sites never have a field for.”

— Seanan McGuire

307. “Some days it’s not worth crawling out of the shallow woodland grave, I swear. “Be.”

— Seanan McGuire

308. “Are you always this fond of stating the obvious, or am I just the lucky recipient of your sarcasm?” “Bit of both,” said Basil. “Right.”

— Seanan McGuire

309. “The history of the human race has been one long quest to find, novel things and then kill, eat, or enslave them. There’s a reason the aliens haven’t made an appearance yet, is what I’m saying.”

— Seanan McGuire

310. “There is a choice here, hanging like smoke in the autumn air. She can cry for the friends she doesn’t have, mourn for the games she isn’t playing, or she can let them go. She can be the kind of girl who doesn’t need anyone else to keep her happy, the kind of girl who smiles at adults and keeps her own company. She can be content.”

— Seanan McGuire

311. “Paperwork is a magic in and of itself. It makes spouses out of strangers, makes homes out of houses.”

— Seanan McGuire

312. “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

313. “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

314. “Little Mermaid, eat your heart out.”

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315. “That is a pointless spiral of fear and ignorance and I refuse to let it claim me. Try harder! Her mind brillant, traitorous, prone to devouring itself did not stop fretting but at least she was in control again. It was odd to think of ones own mind the enemy. It wasnt always.”

— Seanan McGuire

316. “Hail the purchase of the socks!” cried the mice, before dissolving into general rejoicing.”

— Seanan McGuire

317. “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

318. “Every choice feeds every choice that comes after, whether we want those choices or no.”

— Seanan McGuire

319. “Never invite a death omen to a murder party.”

— Seanan McGuire

320. “I don’t want to be a monster. I refuse to be a monster. I am a person, and people get to make our own choices about whether or not we bare our claws.”

— Seanan McGuire

321. “What just happened?” asked Jeff. “Sloane just yelled at the story until it went away,” I said blankly.”

— Seanan McGuire

322. “I am what I am, and there’s much about me that won’t be changed with any amount of wishing or wanting. I’m sorry for that. I’d trade a great deal to share an afternoon in the hay with you, dust in the air and sweat on our skins and neither of us caring. But I’m afraid the experience would drive me mad. I am a creature of sterile environments. It’s too late for me to change.”

— Seanan McGuire

323. “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

324. “One day you will have to tell me where you acquired this aversion to walking on solid ground,” said Dominic. “Try having a baby sister whose idea of a good time involves pit traps and land mines,” I advised.”

— Seanan McGuire

325. “She said she’d been in relationships with way bigger problems than one of us being a transitory manifestation of impending doom. Like this one girl who liked her computer more than she liked her girlfriend, and another one who smoked.”

— Seanan McGuire

326. “People don’t believe things that are too perfect.”

— Seanan McGuire

327. “When a scientist speaks, it behooves the ordinary soul to listen.”

— Seanan McGuire

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

— Seanan McGuire

329. “Parents don’t always like to admit that things have changed. They want the world to be exactly the way it was before their children went away on these life-changing adventures, and when the world doesn’t oblige, they try to force it into the boxes they build for us.”

— Seanan McGuire

330. “It was like Rhys had ordered the whole thing from Castles R Us, and then never bothered to swing by the local Bed, Battlements, and Beyond for the accessories he’d need to make it believable.”

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331. “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

332. “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

333. “All’s well that ends with only minor lacerations. – Alice Healy.”

— Seanan McGuire

334. “Like a key that finds its keyhole, Nancy was finally home.”

— Seanan McGuire

335. “There are a lot of issues with the three-tens,” I said. “First off, a lot of the time, the poor kids who wind up cast as ‘princes’ get thrown out of second-story windows and permanently maimed. There have been reports of Rapunzels who sunk so deep into their stories that they actually could cure blindness with their tears, but we haven’t had one of those in years, and it’s not company policy to let unmonitored memetic incursions progress to that level.”

— Seanan McGuire

336. “Love is so rarely enough. The poets told a lot of lies.”

— Seanan McGuire

337. “She was a story, not an epilogue.”

— Seanan McGuire

338. “In the way of bookish children, she carried her books into trees and along the banks of chuckling creeks, weaving her way along their slippery shores with the sort of grace that belongs only to bibliophiles protecting their treasures.”

— Seanan McGuire

339. “Magic doesn’t have to be flashy and huge. Sometimes it’s the subtle things that are the most effective of all.”

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340. “I would greatly prefer it if you didn’t put a bullet into my brain; it would complicate my plans for life, most of which involve not being dead.”

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341. “You’ll always come back to warn him, no matter how much danger it could put you in, no matter what it costs you, because he cared for you when you thought you were nothing. You were never nothing. That didn’t matter. Perception is everything in this world.”

— Seanan McGuire

342. “Your head. It’s got its own undertow, you know, and if you swim too deep, it can suck you down. You can’t chase the tide. You need to stay on the shore and let it come to you.” She shook her head. “I’m not going to tell you that everything is going to be fine. I wouldn’t do it even if I was still allowed to lie. Some things are too cruel even for a sea witch. But I will tell you that what’s on the other side of that door is never going to be as bad as the undertow in your own mind.”

— Seanan McGuire

343. “I’ve always found profanity to be a lot like bacon,” said Ciara. “It works wonders on the flavor of your speech, but it lacks impact when used excessively.”

— Seanan McGuire

344. “I had to admire the Evil Dead-level dedication that went into thinking “I’ll take a chainsaw into battle against a werewolf,” even as I wanted to find out who thought it was a good idea and shake them until they realized the error of their ways. Almost.”

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345. “Shooting to wound was only a few inches from missing your target entirely, and a different few inches from killing them.”

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346. “Here, bodies are just another tool, to be stolen or traded as the people in power see fit. Burning down someone’s lab before they’ve been properly vanquished, on the other hand, is rude.”

— Seanan McGuire

347. “He likes cats. They have their own agenda, and he respects that.”

— Seanan McGuire

348. “Everyone who wound up at Eleanor West’s School – everyone who found a doorway – understood what it was to spend a lifetime waiting for something that other people wouldn’t necessarily understand. Not because they were better than other people and not because they were worse, but because they had a need trapped somewhere in their bones, gnawing constantly, trying to get out.”

— Seanan McGuire

349. “I dislike the dead returning to life,” said Etienne, his shoulders slumping again. “It’s untidy and inappropriate.”

— Seanan McGuire

350. “I only looked when I was sure he couldn’t see me. Some games are too dangerous to play.”

— Seanan McGuire