Top 300 T. Kingfisher Quotes (2026 Update)
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251. “Turns out my left eye’s got some rare form of color blindness that only women get. So they think I’m probably a chimera and ate my twin in the womb and it’s actually her left eye.” I sipped the coffee. It was extremely good coffee. “Huh.” “The optometrist got very excited.”

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252. “Stealing from a library?” said Learned Edmund in horror.”

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253. “Without a handy wilderness to vanish into, they would probably need a city. Cities were basically wildernesses with too many witnesses anyway.”

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254. “The war had been hard on my feet and my knees and my faith in humanity.”

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255. “Don’t stop me,” said Bryony. “I’m pulling a weed. This is amazing.”

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256. “Granted, Piper’s dating history was not particularly extensive and he had always been terrible at pursuing other men, but he was still pretty sure that the morgue wasn’t the place where you were supposed to start.”

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257. “Thank you. For – ′ he searched briefly for the words, ’ – giving me my death back.”

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258. “Nah, somebody’d notice. They already suspect you of murder, let’s not add public urination to the list.”

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259. “Apparently a girl walking through the Elbow was unusual, but a girl with a madwoman riding a dead horse was perfectly acceptable. There was probably a moral lesson in there somewhere, but I had given up on moral lessons for today.”

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260. “Is this about the wonder-engine?” “I have no idea,” said Learned Edmund. He leaned his forehead against the heel of his hand. “It might be. It might be a recipe for boiled cabbages. Nothing is organized. I am going old before my time looking at these.” “You’re nineteen.” “Each of these pages is taking a month off my life.” “When you get to the bottom of the box, you’ll still be younger than I am.”

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261. “There are very few people who can use a pet name on me, but Southern waitresses can get away with it every time.”

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262. “Somehow that was cheering. Not because she wished him ill, but because there are few things in life as steadying as someone you have to be brave for.”

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263. “Oh. Yes. There would be someone, wouldn’t there? Of course there would be a person. Ask at the farmhouse did not mean that you addressed your questions to the front porch. She had not thought it through.”

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264. “Between one stride and the next, the herd of reindeer faded away. She felt a last few ghosts go with her, shoulder on shoulder, and then they too were gone and she was back, alone, in the world of humans and ravens.”

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265. “Dead men are much less trouble.”

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266. “You just didn’t bring a pitchfork to a swan fight.”

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267. “It seemed like once you agreed that the government could put you on a list because of something you were born with, you were asking for trouble.”

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268. “God forgives a lot,” said Uncle Earl. “He has to. We all do a lot that needs forgiving.”

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269. “It’s a long drive. It’s pretty, actually, if you go through West Virginia, but of course then you’re in West Virginia.”

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270. “Stephen told him that she had moved a second chair into the workshop so that he could knit in the same room with her, which, judging by Stephen’s reaction, was a declaration of affection unmatched in modern times.”

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271. “Her spine was curved, but in a way that gave the impression of a scimitar blade rather than old age.”

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272. “Rage was only useful if you were allowed to do anything with it.”

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273. “Sorry, guys. We’re not all tragic heroes. Some of us are just tragic.”

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274. “They looked like the dreams of trees cast in bronze.”

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275. “Magic never seemed to be much use at doing the things you wanted done in a reasonable time frame.”

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276. “It’s because you’re too much alike. What did the abbess used to say? That our own flaws infuriate us in other people?”

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277. “The bear not only had a set of stripes sewn on his arm, it was possibly the first teddy-bear in history to have received a medal for service to the elven nation.”

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278. “The humming noise chimed, coming closed again. Something moving behind the world, looking for us.”

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279. “Sonofabitch is patronizing me. Sonofabitch thinks I’m weak. Even Learned-bloody-Edmund is at least scared I’ll fry his genitals off.”

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280. “The goats watched her suspiciously, but that did not mean anything, because goats watched everyone suspiciously.”

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281. “I hope your dogs are all loyal and goofy and good-natured and that your chickens remain free of demons.”

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282. “Goblin tea resembles a nice cup of Earl Grey in much the same way that a catfish resembles the common tabby. They share a name, but one is a nice thing to curl up with on a rainy afternoon, and the other is found in the muck at the bottom of polluted rivers and has bits of debris sticking to it.”

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283. “So much for prayer, then. What was the point of saints that wouldn’t kick someone off a horse when you asked them to?”

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284. “Marra knew all these things. They did not shake the gnawing dread that had lodged itself under her breastbone. She felt as if the dread must be visible to other people, like a growth, and it seemed strange that no one ever commented on it.”

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285. “Bryony began laughing, with a great deal of bitterness to be sure, but still, laughter. That had always been her great gift and her besetting sin, that even in the darkest and most somber times, she had the urge to laugh.”

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286. “Time suddenly seemed physically present, rushing past her like air through the tunnels.”

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287. “Was someone about to cut her head off? True, he was a bit far afield of Weaver’s Nest, but it wasn’t as if the sort of people who chopped off other people’s heads obeyed strict neighborhood boundaries.”

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288. “The nice thing about immortality is that you have plenty of time to figure out how to get rid of it.”

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289. “I stole the very shiniest words and hoarded them all up until they made something worth having.”

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290. “In life, if you were careful, there were simply not that many times when you absolutely, positively, had to turn into a bear.”

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291. “In the course of all that wandering around losing fights, we developed our own language, Gallacian. I am told it is worse than Finnish, which is impressive.”

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292. “The trees were full of crows and the woods were full of madmen.”

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293. “And you and your wise prince will talk long into the night, every night, and live to a ripe old age. And the children in this town will grow up telling the story of how they saw the Raven Princess, before she found her prince.”

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294. “If I’d given him too much, he’d know something was afoot. Too much money is as dangerous as too little; it means you want it too bad.”

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295. “A semi came screaming around a bend in the road, interrupting my thoughts and reminding me suddenly of why walking by the side of the road on a country lane was best reserved for historical romance and Led Zeppelin songs.”

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296. “They might not be sane, as the outside world understood it, but they were not fools.”

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297. “Having men want to rescue you was worlds different than simply having a female friend who had your back.”

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298. “Would you like some wine, or would you prefer to yell at me for a little longer?” asked the Beast pleasantly. “I could leave, if you prefer, but I generally hold that those who leave the room when you wish to yell at them are among the most despicable of beings.”

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299. “She could see, in an odd way, what they were doing. It was as if the words they spoke were weaving a kind of net, a net of normalcy and propriety and sanity, around a situation that was anything but.”

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300. “Something about his posture, and the way he kept blinking, made her think that he might be worried about crying too. Somehow that was cheering. Not because she wished him ill, but because there are few things in life as steadying as someone you have to be brave for.”

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