Dorothy Dunnett Quotes:

Man is a being of varied, manifold and inconstant nature. And woman, by God, is a match for him.

source: - Dorothy Dunnett (1999). “The Disorderly Knights: The Lymond Chronicles Book Three”, p.467, Penguin UK

Topics: Men

But I despised men who accepted their fate. I shaped mine twenty times and had it broken twenty times in my hands.

source: - Dorothy Dunnett (1999). “The Game Of Kings: The Lymond Chronicles Book One”, p.467, Penguin UK

Topics: Fate, Men, Hands

A man of over thirty might be held to be at the height of his powers, but not necessarily of his wisdom.

Topics: Men, Might, Height

Verily, God hath eighteen thousand worlds; and verily, your world is one of them, and this its bright axle-tree.

source: - Dorothy Dunnett (1972). “The Ringed Castle”, Vintage

Topics: Tree, World, Thousand

And at thirty-eight a brilliant exponent of arms and a knight of the great fighting and religious Order of St John, the Chevalier de Villegagnon had absolutely no use for common sense himself, but respected it in the laity.

Topics: Religious, Fighting, Knights, Exponents, Thirty Eight

My son took many years to learn the simple truth. You cannot love any one person adequately until you have made friends with the rest of the human race also. Adult love demands qualities which cannot be learned living in a vacuum of resentment.

Topics: Son, Simple, Race, Simple Truths

Where are the links of the chain ... joining us to the past?

Topics: Past, Joining, Links

Fools make news, and wise men carry it.

Topics: Wise, Men, News

Music, the knife without a hilt,

source: - Dorothy Dunnett (1999). “Checkmate: The Lymond Chronicles Book Six”, p.454, Penguin UK

Topics: Knives

Look up . . . and see them. The teaching stars, beyond worship and commonplace tongues.

source: - Dorothy Dunnett (1999). “The Game Of Kings: The Lymond Chronicles Book One”, p.194, Penguin UK

Topics: Stars, Teaching, Looks, Commonplace

But it's also because of something personal. My mother and father met while playing chess, so I've always had a fondness for the game. If it weren't for chess, I might not be here.

source: - Source: thewiremegazine.blogspot.com

Topics: Mother, Father, Games, Fondness

After I convinced them that I was a harmless novelist, I actually got them to give me a tour of the harem - which is usually off limits for tourists.

Topics: Giving, Tourism, Novelists, Harem

Only common mortals like the Somervilles have good old rotten hates, dear,' said her mother. 'Sir Graham manages to love everybody and wouldn't know what you're talking about. Have a bun.' 'He doesn't love the Turks,' said Philippa. 'He kills them.' 'That isn't hate,' said Kate Somerville. 'That's simply hoeing among one's principles to keep them healthy and neat. I'm sure he would tell you he bears them no personal grudge; and they think they're going to Paradise anyway, so it does everyone good.

Topics: Love, Mother, Hate

Lack of genius never held anyone back. Only time wasted on resentment and daydreaming can do that.

Topics: Genius, Resentment, Wasting Time

The coast's a jungle of Moors, Turks, Jews, renegades from all over Europe, sitting in palaces built from the sale of Christian slaves. There are twenty thousand men, women and children in the bagnios of Algiers alone. I am not going to make it twenty thousand and one because your mother didn't allow you to keep rabbits, or whatever is at the root of your unshakable fixation." "I had weasels instead," said Philippa shortly. "Good God," said Lymond, looking at her. "That explains a lot.

Topics: Christian, Mother, Children, Renegades, Moors

I would give you my soul in a blackberry pie; and a knife to cut it with.

Topics: Cutting, Knives, Pie, Blackberries

[Robin Stewart] was your man. True for you, you had withdrawn the crutch from his sight, but still it should have been there in your hand, ready for him. For you are a leader-don't you know it? I don't, surely, need to tell you?-And that is what leadership means. It means fortifying the fainthearted and giving them the two sides of your tongue while you are at it. It means suffering weak love and schooling it till it matures. It means giving up you privicies, your follies and your leasure. It means you can love nothing and no one too much, or you are no longer a leader, you are led.

Topics: Giving Up, Mean, Men, Weak Love

And habits are hell's own substitute for good intentions. Habits are the ruin of ambition, of initiative , of imagination. They're the curse of marriage and the after-bane of death.

Topics: Ambition, Imagination, Ruins

So she was on her own, Kate thought, and instilled all the friendly helpfulness she could into her next question. “Excuse me, but are you the bad company young Mr. Scott has got into?

source: - Dorothy Dunnett (1999). “The Game Of Kings: The Lymond Chronicles Book One”, p.214, Penguin UK

Topics: Friendly, Next, Excuse, Excuse Me, Bad Company

It was one of the occasions when Lymond asleep wrecked the peace of mind of more people than Lymond awake.

Topics: People, Mind, Awake

And the English army, wheeling, started south at a gallop over the hill pass into Ettrick, followed by twenty men and eight hundred sheep in steel helmets.

Topics: Army, Men, Sheep, Wheeling, Over The Hill

He regards boredom, I observe, as the One and Mighty Enemy of his soul. And will succeed in conquering it, I am sure—if he survives the experience.

source: - Dorothy Dunnett (1999). “The Disorderly Knights: The Lymond Chronicles Book Three”, p.43, Penguin UK

Topics: Boredom, Soul, Enemy

For an hour, blended with all she could offer, something noble had been created which had nothing to do with the physical world. And from the turn of his throat, the warmth of his hair, the strong, slender sinews of his hands, something further; which had. Though she combed the earth and searched through the smoke of the galaxies there was no being she wanted but this, who was not and should not be for Philippa Somerville.

Topics: True Love, Strong, Hair

Facts are the soil from which the story grows. Imagination is a last resort.

Topics: Imagination, Stories, Lasts

Today,’ said Lymond, ‘if you must know, I don’t like living at all. But that’s just immaturity boggling at the sad face of failure. Tomorrow I’ll be bright as a bedbug again.

Topics: Immaturity, Today, Faces, Sad Face

I wish to God,” said Gideon with mild exasperation, “that you’d talk—just once—in prose like other people.

source: - Dorothy Dunnett (1999). “The Game Of Kings: The Lymond Chronicles Book One”, p.375, Penguin UK

Topics: People, Wish, Gideon, Exasperation

It seems to me,’ said Philippa prosaically, ‘that on the whole we run more risks with Mr Crawford’s protection than without it.

Topics: Running, Risk, Protection

Repressively, Lymond himself answered. “I dislike being discussed as if I were a disease. Nobody ‘got’ me,” he said.

Topics: Disease, Said, Ifs

Versatility is one of the few human traits which are universally intolerable. You may be good at Greek and good at painting and be popular. You may be good at Greek and good at sport, and be wildly popular. But try all three and you’re a mountebank. Nothing arouses suspicion quicker than genuine, all-round proficiency.

Topics: Sports, Greek, Trying, Proficiency, Versatility

If I can’t be personal, I don’t want to argue,” said his hostess categorically. “I may be missing your points, but you’re much too busy dodging mine.

Topics: Missing, May, Want, Hostesses

Did I ever tell you,’ said Lymond pausing on the afterthought, on his way to the flap, ‘that that aunt of mine once hatched an egg?’ He paused, deep in thought, and walked slowly to the door before turning again. His lordship of Aubigny, staring after the vanishing form of his brother, received the full splendour of Lymond’s smile. ‘It was a cuckoo,’ said Francis Crawford prosaically, and followed Lennox out.

Topics: Brother, Aunt, Doors, Splendour, Pausing

Oh, well. Everyone else has suave, cosmopolitan sheep: why not us? The Millers at Hepple have a ewe that’s been to Kelso three times, and they’ve never been farther than Ford in their lives.” Kate peered absently into the farm pond, and clucked again. “Thoughtless creatures. They’ve forgotten the fish.

Topics: Suave, Oh Well, Three Times