Frances Hardinge famous quotes

Tea is the magic key to the vault where my brain is kept.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Keys #Magic #Tea

If wits were pins, the man would be a veritable hedgehog.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Men #Would Be #Hedgehogs

My child, you have a flawed grasp of the nature of myth-making. I am a poet and storyteller, a creator of ballads and sagas. Pray do not confuse the exercise of the imagination with mere mendacity. I am a master of the mysteries of words, their meanings and music and mellifluous magic.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Children #Exercise #Imagination

Well, you will have to do. If you had died along with your mother, I would have taught the cat to read.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Mother #Cat #Taught

Sometimes fear made you angry. Perhaps after years anger cooled, like a sword taken from a forge. Perhaps in the end you were left with something very cold and very sharp.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Taken #Years #Cold

Mosca and Saracen shared, if not a friendship, at least the solidarity of the generally despised. Mosca assumed that Saracen had his reasons for his persecution of terriers and his possessive love of the malthouse roof. In turn, when Mosca had interrupted Saracen’s self-important nightly patrol and scooped him up, Saracen had assumed that she too had her reasons.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Self #Important #Reason

Truth is dangerous. It topples palaces and kills kings. It stirs gentle men to rage and bids them take up arms. It wakes old grievances and opens forgotten wounds. It is the mother of the sleepless night and the hag-ridden day. And yet there is one thing that is more dangerous than Truth. Those who would silence Truth’s voice are more destructive by far. It is most perilous to be a speaker of Truth. Sometimes one must choose to be silent, or be silenced. But if a truth cannot be spoken, it must at least be known. Even if you dare not speak truth to others, never lie to yourself.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Mother #Kings #Lying

Ordinary life did not stop just because kings rose and fell, Mosca realized. People adapted. If the world turned upside down, everyone ran and hid in their houses, but a very short while later, if all seemed quiet, they came out again and started selling each other potatoes.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Kings #People #Rose

I find it hard to believe that a lady like...’ Pertellis hesitated, and coughed. ‘There is something elevated in the female spirit that will always hold a woman back from the coldest and most vicious forms of villainy.’ ‘No, there isn’t,’ Miss Kitely said kindly but firmly, as she set a dish in his hand. ‘Drink your chocolate, Mr Pertellis.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Believe #Hands #Missing

I'm never telling the truth again! It gets you hanged and locked out and starved and froze and hated . . .
-- Frances Hardinge

#Telling The Truth #Hated

Revenge is a dish best served unexpectedly and from a distance - like a thrown trifle.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Revenge #Distance #Dishes

Brand a man as a thief and no one will ever hire him for honest labor - he will be a hardened robber within weeks. The brand does not reveal a person's nature, it shapes it.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Men #Shapes #Thieves

If you want someone to tell you what to think..." "You will never be short of people willing to do so.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Thinking #People #Want

True stories seldom have endings. I don't want a happy ending, I want more story.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Stories #Want #Happy Endings

Everybody knew that books were dangerous. Read the wrong book, it was said, and the words crawled around your brain on black legs and drove you mad, wicked mad.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Book #Mad #Black

Where is your sense of patriotism?" I keep it hid away safe, along with my sense of trust, Mr. Clent. I don't use 'em much in case they get scratched.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Ems #Use #Safe

If you want someone to tell you what to think," the phantom answered briskly, without looking up, "you will never be short of people willing to do so." . . . "Come now," he said at last, "you can hardly claim that I have left you ignorant. I taught you to read, did I not?
-- Frances Hardinge

#Thinking #People #Ignorant

The world is like a broken wrist that healed the wrong way, and will never be the same again.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Broken #World #Way

I am anything I wish to be. The world cannot choose for me. No, it is for me to choose what the world shall be.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Wish #World

That," he whispered, "is unthinkable." In Mosca’s experience, such statements generally meant that a thing was perfectly thinkable, but that the speaker did not want to think it.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Thinking #Want #Unthinkable

You’re a peach full of poison, you know that?" Mosca snapped back, but could not quite keep a hint of admiration from her tone.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Poison #Hints #Peaches

Push something in someone’s face, and they will shove it away reflexively. Threaten to snatch it away from them, and sometimes they become convinced that it is what they want.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Want #Faces #Sometimes

Desperation is a millstone. It wears away at the very soul, grinding away pity, kindness, humanity and courage. But sometimes it whets the mind to a sharpened point and creates moments of true brilliance. And standing there, nose tickled by the dusty hide of the stuffed deer head, such a moment visited Mosca Mye.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Kindness #Soul #Humanity

No." Mosca bit her lip and shook her head firmly. Books no longer seemed quite enough. I don’t want a happy ending, I want more story.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Book #Stories #Want

Words were dangerous when loosed. They were more powerful than cannon and more unpredictable than storms. They could turn men’s heads inside out and warp their destinies. They could pick up kingdoms and shake them until they rattled.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Powerful #Destiny #Men

My dear fellow," he continued more soberly, "If you have managed to complicate things by forming a sentimental attachment in less than a week, then I doubt there is anything I can do for you. You, sir, are a romantic, and I suspect your condition is incurable.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Attachment #Doubt #Sentimental

Tips for aspiring writers: don't be afraid of writing rubbish. It's very easy to become hypnotised by an empty page or screen. It's tempting to abandon a half-finished work because you can't make it perfect. I hereby give you permission to write things that aren't perfect, make mistakes, try things that don't work, experiment with styles you're not used to and generally throw words around. You'll learn much faster that way.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Mistake #Writing #Giving

Perhaps illnesses could be left behind, just like small, badly concealed china corpses.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Illness #China #Left Behind

Mosca said nothing. The word ‘damsel’ rankled with her. She suddenly thought of the clawed girl from the night before, jumping the filch on an icy street. Much the same age and build as Beamabeth, and far more beleaguered. What made a girl a ‘damsel in distress’? Were they not allowed claws? Mosca had a hunch that if all damsels had claws they would spend a lot less time ‘in distress’.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Girl #Night #Jumping

It was all very well being told that she could do nothing to make things better. Neverfell did not have the kind of mind that could take that quietly. She did not have the kind of mind that could be quiet at all.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Mind #Quiet #Kind

It was hopeless. She was flawless. She was a sunbeam. Mosca gave up and got on with hating her.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Hate #Flawless #Hopeless

Yes, I know,’ she said in answer to the unasked, for there was no time for explanations. ‘Yes. My face is spoilt.’ Grandible’s jowl wobbled and creased. Then, for the first time that Neverfell could remember, he changed to a Face she had never seen before, a frown more ferocious and alarming than either of the others. ‘Who the shambles told you that?’ he barked. ‘Spoilt? I’ll spoil them.’ He took hold of her chin and examined her. ‘A bit sadder, maybe. A bit wiser. But nothing rotten. You’re just growing yourself a rind at last. Still a good cheese.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Cheese #Rotten #Answers

I want my chirfugging goose back!
-- Frances Hardinge

#Want #Geese

You, sir, are a romantic, and I'm afraid the condition is incurable. -Eponymous Clent
-- Frances Hardinge

In Mosca’s experience, a ‘long story’ was always a short story someone did not want to tell.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Long #Stories #Want

It did seem hard to be doing something heroic while everyone was too busy to notice.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Heroic #Busy #Too Busy

Every time I do what you say I tumble a bit farther down this well of darkness, an' this here is a drop too deep an' too dark for me. I have to stop falling while I can still see a bit of the sky.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Fall #Dark #Sky

So this was a nest of radicals. She thought a hotbed of sedition would involve more gunpowder and secret handshakes, and less shuffling of feet and passing the sugar.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Feet #Secret #Gunpowder

We always find it difficult to forgive our heroes for being human.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Hero #Forgiving #Being Human

Making a wish is like saying, 'I can't deal with anything, I give up, somebody bigger come along and solve it all instead.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Giving Up #Wish #Bigger

My good lady,’ interrupted Clent, ‘are you telling me that he is not the Luck? That you have in some way obfuscated the chronology of his nativity?’ Seconds passed. A beetle flew into Mistress Leap’s hair while she stared at Clent, then it struggled free and flew off again. ‘Did you lie about when he was born?’ translated Mosca.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Lying #Hair #Luck

At one o’clock, the ever-logical Right-Eye Grand Steward woke up to discover that during his sleep his left-eyed counterpart had executed three of his advisors for treason, ordered the creation of a new carp pool and banned limericks. Worse still, no progress had been made in tracking down the Kleptomancer, and of the two people believed to be his accomplices, both had been released from prison and one had been appointed food taster. Right-Eye was not amused. He had known for centuries that he could trust nobody but himself. Now he was seriously starting to wonder about himself.
-- Frances Hardinge

#Sleep #Eye #Two

Oh, painted smirk of a hopeless dawn, the girl is still wearing her breeches...
-- Frances Hardinge

#Girl #Dawn #Smirk