Top 300 T. Kingfisher Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “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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252. “It was too quiet all evening. I ate cold pizza and drank too much wine. The box said that I should pair it with chimichurri sauce and salsa dancing. The box was going to get British murder shows and like it.”

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

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254. “Are you a witch?” asked Janna. “No,” said the old woman, “I’m a Lutheran. But we’ll make do.”

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255. “It is a great relief, when one has thrown away normal life in search of their heart’s desire, to know that one is doing it right and isn’t going to get yelled at for going the wrong way.”

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256. “The core of being a witch is that you don’t fall down while there’s work to be done. Sometimes that means you invent work to keep yourself standing upright.”

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257. “He took another swallow, vaguely hoping that sobriety would lie at the bottom of the glass.”

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258. “There were so few people who kept a sense of humor when they were miserable, you learned to appreciate it.”

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259. “That our own flaws infuriate us in other people?”

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260. “It is gratifying,” said Learned Edmund. “The world is often sorely unappreciative of quality indexing.”

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261. “The town probably had a name, but Clara never learned it. It was the Place of Hot Tea and Beds, Sacred Holy Land of St. Toad.”

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262. “It’s not good stomping along mad and forgetting to take care of yourself,” said the armadillo.”

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263. “Had she run away? Could you really run away when you were thirty years old?”

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264. “You show up to basic training and they hand you a sword and a new set of pronouns.”

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265. “Rescue was bad. People who wanted you to be vulnerable and grateful tended to get very angry when you stopped being vulnerable and didn’t act grateful enough.”

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266. “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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267. “There is enough darkness in the world,” said the Herder. “We do not add to it unless we must.”

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268. “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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269. “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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270. “You learned better and you got on with things. You learned that you were what you were, and tried to be the best version of that person, because you were never going to be anybody else. And you stopped envying other people because everyone had problems you didn’t know about.”

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271. “My internet armor had been built up in the fanfic battlegrounds and was thus impenetrable, but Uncle Earl was a gentle soul, and I was afraid that someone might hurt his feelings.”

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272. “Well... I have this... thing”. Saying I have a homicidal sourdough starter sounded much too bizarre.”

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273. “It could,” acknowledged Slate, “but show me a clandestine operation without leaks, and I’ll show you one where everybody involved is dead.” “We’re a clandestine operation,” said Caliban. There was an awkward silence.”

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274. “Hate, like love, was apparently complicated.”

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275. “Am I really the only person concerned about the severed head situation in this city?” said Stephen. “Really?”

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276. “Sarkis turned around and began to beat his forehead very gently against the wall. “The great god is punishing me,” he said softly, “for my crimes. I cannot go to his hell, and so he has sent a woman to torment me.”

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277. “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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278. “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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279. “She walked back to the boardinghouse, with the woman who had a puppet at her throat and the girl sitting on the steps who missed more meals than she ate and who was crowing about babies that weren’t quite right.”

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280. “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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281. “But just because you need someone doesn’t mean that they are under any obligation to provide.”

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282. “Marra had grown up sullen, the sort of child who is always standing in exactly the wrong place so that the adults tell her to get out of the way. She was not slow, exactly, but she seemed younger than her age, and very little interested her for long.”

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

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

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

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287. “It’s what the Rat does,” said Galen, with bleak amusement. “They solve problems.”

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288. “It occurs to me,” said the weasel, going back to mussing around in her hair, “that you are laboring under the impression that I am some sort of magical familiar. I’m not. I’m really a very ordinary weasel – although quite good-looking, of course – and not magical at all.”

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289. “Does this mean my genitals are going to fall off?” asked Brenner. “Women of the world, rejoice!” said Caliban, coming back into the room.”

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290. “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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291. “But I want to go! It’s not an abduction! Really!”

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292. “When she shut the door to her room, it stayed shut. In the royal palace, the doors were always opening, servants coming and going, nurses coming and going, ladies-in-waiting coming and going. Princesses were public property. She had not realized that a nun had more power than a princess, that she could close a door.”

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

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294. “She was theirs; they were hers. The love of monsters was uncomplicated.”

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295. “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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296. “She should at least keep chickens,” said the dust-wife. “Or take up gardening. Immortality is wretched, but you can always make the best of it.”

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297. “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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298. “Granted, she hadn’t known Stephen that long, but if you couldn’t bond over multiple corpses, what could you bond over?”

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299. “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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300. “He wanted to dance around and laugh hysterically and howl at the moon. He wanted to kiss Slate passionately and yell to random passersby, “She probably doesn’t hate me!”

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