Top 200 Tamsyn Muir Quotes (2025 Update)
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151. “It felt so easy to be good when you were happy.”

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152. “Now we kick her ass until candy comes out,” said Gideon. “Oh, damn, Nonagesimus, don’t cry, we can’t fight her if you’re crying.”

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153. “Harrowhark was pleased because everything was coming up Harrowhark.”

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154. “But maybe we shouldn’t,” she said, holding the eyelids to that little slit-watching the widening white crack, watching the river water pound it into the place where it wanted to be even if the River itself didn’t. “If we end here, it’ll be just like... a bad dream, won’t it? And maybe we’ll wake up somewhere else. I know we won’t,” she explained, “but we don’t have to know that... maybe if we all go, it’ll be quick.”

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155. “If you think in black and white your brain can’t be agile.”

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156. “Cause by itself is an empty concept. The choice to get up in the morning – the choice to have a hot breakfast or a cold one – the choice to do something thirty seconds faster, or thirty seconds slower – those choices cause all sorts if things to happen. That doesn’t make you responsible.”

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157. “Your only settings were power-vomit and murder.”

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158. “If anything it seemed to be gaining momentum, like a very boring avalanche.”

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159. “The lamps made lacklustre any real light. They explosively birthed malform shadow all around.”

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160. “Gideon never ran unless she had to.”

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161. “Don’t hypothetically shove stuff up my butt again,” said Gideon, “it never does any good.”

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162. “Sie dachte daran, Silas noch ein paar Mal den Stinkefinger zu zeigen, aber manchmal gibt man sich besser damit zufrieden, dass man gerade einen moralischen Sieg davongetragen hat.”

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163. “Harrow was forbidden entry in the same way she was forbidden from going up to the top tier of the drillshaft and taking a hammer to the oxygen-sealant machines. It would be the end.”

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164. “I know how hard it is for you to kick against the goad,” said the new person. “But there are more worlds than this. Come with us. We are the love that is perfected by death – but even death will be no more, death can also die.”

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165. “In her comic books, necromancers kissed the gloved palms of their front-liner comrades in blessed thanks for all that they did. In the comic books none of these adepts had heart disease, and a lot of them had necromantically uncharacteristic cleavage.”

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166. “As though the universe could withstand more holes; as though the fabric of the universe had not become a series of lacework cut-outs linked by the thin, snappable joins of those who remained. Could the pattern sustain itself, with such absences? Could she, who had once thought herself well-versed in absence, endure alone? The answer was so obviously no; she was not even ready to have the question put to her.”

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167. “Colum blinked. His necromancer did not. “I had heard that you were speaking now,” he said. “It seems a pity.”

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168. “It knocked Cytherea clean through the wall. The wall was already feeling pretty sorry for itself, and at this last insult it gave up entirely and collapsed, with a terrific rumble and crash of rock and brick and bursting glass slumping outward onto the garden terrace.”

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169. “You are banned from squatting in my lobes and my hippocampus. I don’t want you pushing all the furniture around in there.”

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170. “From then on she slept wearing her rapier, her gauntlet on her chest like a heavy obsidian heart.”

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171. “They’d bring me home in cuffs, but I’d come back laughing my ass off.”

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172. “Her necromancer said gruffly: “Fine. But we’ll watch over the Seventh House. I’m not going down the ladder with your invalid cavalier.”

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173. “The pause stumbled execrably, fell down the stairs, and lay in a tangle at the bottom in full view of all listeners, who had to watch it bleed out in embarrassment.”

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174. “Gideon marvelled that someone could live in the universe only seventeen years and yet wear black and sneer with such ancient self-assurance.”

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175. “Nonagesimus,” she said slowly, “the only job I’d do for you would be if you wanted someone to hold the sword as you fell on it. The only job I’d do for you would be if you wanted your ass kicked so hard, the Locked Tomb opened and a parade came out to sing, ‘Lo! A destructed ass.’ The only job I’d do would be if you wanted me to spot you while you backflipped off the top tier into Drearburh.” “That’s three jobs,” said Harrowhark. “Die in a fire, Nonagesimus.”

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176. “Next cult, let’s go for teenage girls instead.”

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177. “Naberius hadn’t looked at her like she had personally taken a whiz on his nicest jacket, she would have asked him about it.”

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178. “The House continued on in grand and grisly majesty because you were always looking at it; it continued because you watched it continue, changeless and black, before your eyes.”

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179. “She was the calmest she had ever been in her entire life. It was just her body that was frightened.”

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180. “I want to go,” said Gideon. “This sounds impossibly vapid.” “I want to eat a dessert.”

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181. “Harrow arranging her breakfast was a concept so disagreeable there was no space left in her head for it.”

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182. “Harrow had been the only birth amidst a sea of tiny tombs.”

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183. “That meant Nona was being ordinarily selfish, not dangerously selfish.”

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184. “Hell spat you back out. Fair enough.”

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185. “She kept looking at Gideon with the screwed-up eyes of someone who had been handed an egg for safekeeping and was surrounded by egg-hunting snakes.”

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186. “She couldn’t believe she was being held at bay by someone who had eaten every cavalier manual and chewed dutifully twenty-five times.”

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187. “Suffice to say, all pushing, gripping, finger-inserting and pressing was in vain. It was locked as damn.”

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188. “Gideon had to stare pretty hard at skimpy nighties to get over that one.”

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189. “But I’d do it again,” said the war crime.”

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190. “I’m not anybody’s son or daughter,′ said Gideon firmly.”

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191. “Ortus would never rhyme melancholy with my mortal folly again.”

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192. “Everything in that room was beautiful, and all had gone to seed. It wasn’t like back in the Ninth where unbeautiful things were now old and ruined to boot – the Ninth must have always been a corpse, and corpses putrefied. The House of the First had been abandoned, and breathlessly waited to be used by someone other than time.”

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193. “The violet of her eyes was dried-up flowers; her mouth was the colour and softness of rocks.”

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194. “The most she could hope for was Swords, Swords II, and maybe Swords III. “We ask,” began Teacher, “that you never open a locked door unless you have permission.”

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195. “When it kicks off, nobody will be yelling anything.”

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196. “The congregation muttered, mostly reproachful, and Gideon started to perk up. It wasn’t quite the worst day of her life now. This was some A-grade entertainment.”

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197. “The worst part about trying to make good a sin is that it does not make the sin any less ugly.”

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198. “They all agreed that whatever made Nona happy at school made Nona happy at school, but the bottom line remained that she shouldn’t buy anybody drugs.”

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199. “Not even one of the Emperor’s fists and gestures could give Harrowhark Nonagesimus a sexy makeover. Sometimes I think you look like a twig’s funeral.”

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200. “But what was Teacher the mould for? Griddle, at the first sign of trouble – ” “Run like hell,” said Gideon. “I was going to say, Hit it with your sword,” said Harrow.”

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