Franny Billingsley famous quotes

Witches don’t look like anything. Witches are. Witches do.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Looks #Witch

Even a witch wants sympathy.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Sympathy #Want #Witch

If you say a word, it leaps out and becomes the truth. I love you. I believe it. I believe I am loveable. How can something as fragile as a word build a whole world?
-- Franny Billingsley

#Believe #Love You #World

Did I kill him?” I said. “No, miss,” said Robert. “Pity.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Missing #Pity #Said

Poor Petey. I’d like to say I could almost feel a tender spot for poor Petey, but the truth is I’d rather feel at the tender spot on his head and give it a poke.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Giving #Truth Is #Poor

I explained we lost the porch to the flood. Father hasn't gotten around to rebuilding it, although he's quite a good carpenter. He says if Jesus was a carpenter, its good enough for a clergyman. But I don't remember that Jesus let his house fall down.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Jesus #Father #Fall

Secrets press inside a person. They press the way water presses at a dam. The secrets and the water, they both want to get out.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Water #Secret #Way

Father sighed. “Please spare me these arguments of yours.” “Whose arguments should I use?
-- Franny Billingsley

#Father #Use #Argument

My own mask stayed just where it ought. I’ve had lots of practice.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Practice #Mask

Now that’s true poetic irony. I rush into battle to defend the fair name of Rose Larkin, and what does she do but fetch Robert to stop me.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Names #Rose #Battle

Despite her cough, Rose was in unusually good spirits. That was irritating. If I’m to trade my life for Rose’s, I’d appreciate her exhibiting a touch of melancholy. Also acceptable would be despair.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Rose #Appreciate #Despair

Eavesdropping is such a regular-person activity.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Persons #Eavesdropping

He’s harmless, poor thing. That’s what everyone said. It was true, but who cares? Lots of people are harmless, but that doesn’t mean I have to like them.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Mean #People #Who Cares

I’m not really the sacrificing type.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Sacrifice #Type

I don’t mind the disapproving ones so much. It’s the tolerant ones I can’t stand, the ones who smile at Rose, who speak to her ever so slowly and gently. They don’t realize how very intelligent Rose really is. They’re just terrifically pleased with themselves. Look at me! they all but shout. See how broad-minded I am! How wonderfully progressive, how fantastically twentieth century!
-- Franny Billingsley

#Intelligent #Rose #Mind

But witchy magic doesn’t listen to please and pretty please, and anyway, I didn’t really care. I only pretended to care because not caring makes me a monster.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Caring #Magic #Care

Our English monarchs are so unimaginative,” said Eldric. “They execute people in such tediously conventional ways.
-- Franny Billingsley

#People #Way #Said

You don’t mind when he stares at you.” Cecil jerked his head toward Eldric. "He doesn’t stare,” I said. “He looks.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Mind #Looks #Said

Let’s hope she’s like the others, who look only at the surface. Let’s hope she’d never think that a girl with black-velvet eyes and cut-glass cheekbones could be a witch.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Girl #Eye #Cutting

A girl can have the face of an angel but have a horrid sort of heart.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Girl #Heart #Angel

That’s where proper stories begin, don’t they, when the handsome stranger arrives and everything goes wrong?
-- Franny Billingsley

#Stories #Handsome #Stranger

You could at least complain,” I say. “I adore complaining. It calms the nerves.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Complaining #Nerves #Calm

It’s one thing if a person learns you’re a witch. It’s quite another if he learns you’re a murderer. I almost forget I’m a witch now that I know I’m a murderer—murderess, actually. Murderess sounds so much worse.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Sound #Witch #Forget

I hope you don’t mind my joining you,” said Leanne. I minded. After all, she’d tried to kill me. A girl in a novel would say it was hard to believe, but it wasn’t.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Girl #Believe #Mind

Thoughts are strange creatures. They lead you from one thing to another. Sometimes you don’t know how you got from one to the next.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Next #Strange #Sometimes

Blast Cecil!” said Eldric. “You have my permission,” I said.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Permission #Blast #Said

Perhaps you should put your head down.” I knew this was the thing to do, although I’ve never fainted and I don’t intend to.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Should

Boxing’s not that straightforward,” said Eldric. “You can practice and practice, but the real experience will always be different. Lots of things are like that, actually.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Real #Practice #Boxing

I am entirely well,” said Eldric, “which has Dr. Rannigan exploring first one theory, then another, trying to understand. But not being a man of science, I don’t care about understanding. I simply want to go outside and break a few windows.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Men #Understanding #Trying

He scooped up my arm, swung me round. “Let go, Cecil,” I said. “I’ve a strange dislike of being forced.” “But Briony,” he said, “I’m so full of good spirits. I could walk to London, I think!” Why didn’t he?
-- Franny Billingsley

#Letting Go #Thinking #London

We laughed a lot and I grew warmer still, lovely and warm. I do realize that some of that warmth was due to the wine, but there was much more to it than that. There are two distinct aspects to Communion wine: one aspect is the wine itself, the other is the idea of communion. Wine is certainly warming, but communion is a great deal more so.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Wine #Ideas #Two

Life and stories are alike in one way: They are full of hollows. The king and queen have no children: They have a child hollow. The girl has a wicked stepmother: She has a mother hollow. In a story, a baby comes along to fill the child hollow. But in life, the hollows continue empty.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Girl #Mother #Baby

I should hate to be a regular girl with a sugar-plum voice. I should hate to have swan-like lashes, and a thick, sooty neck. I sound as though I’m joking, I know, but I should truly hate to be like Leanne, so charming and ordinary and stuffed with clichéd feelings. I’m glad I’m the ice maiden. Who wants to be crying over every stray dog? Not I. Scratch my surface and what do you see? More surface.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Girl #Dog #Hate

People think me a sort of Florence Nightingale, but I have no heroic qualities. I simply don’t feel very much.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Thinking #People #Quality

I like rain and mist. I've never understood why people exclaim over bright skies and bushels of glaring sunshine.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Rain #Sunshine #Sky

It's strange how a person can have a distinct distaste for herself, but still she clutches on to life.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Strange #Clutch #Persons

I was asking about lust, wasnʼt I? I was fairly certain of it. But isnʼt love supposed to come before lust? It does in the dictionary.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Lust #Doe #Asking

Death had no lips, but it was smiling
-- Franny Billingsley

#Lips

Actually, it would be assumed that the young lady had no such impulses at all, but I’ll tell you something: Chocolate melts on my tongue too.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Chocolate #Would Be #Tongue

I have some questions about betrayal,” I said. “Think about this: A person who calls you his best friend, and says he has dinner plans with you, goes off with a beautiful woman, saying he’ll be back directly, then makes you wait half an hour because he’s kissing the woman in the alley. Is that betrayal?” “Oh, Lord.” Eldric tossed back his wine.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Beautiful #Betrayal #Wine

I might be a wicked girl who'd think nothing of eating a baby for breakfast, but I'd never allow myself to get expelled. It's far too public.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Girl #Baby #Thinking

Father’s silence is not merely the absence of sound. It’s a creature with a life of its own. It chokes you. It pinches you small as a grain of rice. It twists in your gut like a worm. Silence clawed at my throat. It left a taste of burnt matches.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Father #Silence #Twists

A poem doesn’t come out and tell you what it has to say. It circles back on itself, eating its own tail and making you guess what it means.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Mean #Circles #Tails

It's one thing to keep secrets. It's quite another to lie.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Lying #Secret

It is true that I can trip over anything and nothing – a speck of dust, a patch of sunlight, an idea. I move through life like a person with one eye, through a landscape that looks flat, but is really tricked out with hidden depths and shallows. It didn’t use to be so, but no matter. I navigate the world well enough in my own way.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Moving #Eye #Dust

I don't mean to be ungrateful but if someone's out there answering prayers, mine's not at the top of the list
-- Franny Billingsley

#Prayer #Mean #Ungrateful

Imagine a world without shadows. You cannot touch a shadow, but a world without them is a hard world, and flat.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Shadow #World #Imagine

...if you don't argue, you can't give in...
-- Franny Billingsley

#Giving #Arguing

The beach has a language of its own, with its undulating ribbons of silt, the imponderable hieroglyphs of bird tracks. The receding waves catch on innumerable holes in the sand. Bubbles form and fade. A new language, with a new alphabet...
-- Franny Billingsley

#Beach #Track #Bird

It wasn't quite a question. It was more of an invitation to tell him whatever I chose. Eldric game me a choice, and it was this that made me want to tell him everything.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Games #Choices #Want

It's the picnic principle. Things taste better outdoors. And if it's a forbidden thing, so much the better.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Principles #Picnics #Taste

There are no preconditions for jealousy. You don't have to be right, you don't have to be reasonable. Take Othello. He was neither right nor reasonable, and Desdemona ended up dead. I wouldn't mind Leanne ending up dead. I wouldn't mind exploding her into fireworks of peacock and pearl.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Mind #Pearls #Fireworks

When we were small, Rose and I used to play a game called connect the dots. I loved it. I loved drawing a line from dot number 1 to dot number 2 and so on. Most of all, I loved the moment when the chaotic sprinkle of dots resolved itself into a picture. That's what stories do. They connect the random dots of life into a picture. But it's all an illusion. Just try to connect the dots of life. You'll end up with a lunatic scribble.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Drawing #Numbers #Games

This is what I want. I want people to take care of me. I want them to force comfort upon me. I want the soft-pillow feeling that I associate with memories of being ill when I was younger, soft pillows and fresh linens and satin-edged blankets and hot chocolate. It's not so much the comfort itself as knowing there's someone who wants to take care of you.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Memories #Knowing #People

Yes, I'm shallow, I don't mind admitting it. Perhaps I should admit that there's no end to the depths of my shallowness.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Mind #Depth #Admitting

How can something as fragile as a word build the whole world?
-- Franny Billingsley

#Inspiring Love #World #Spiritual Love

I hated myself, but I also loved myself in a hateful way.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Way #Hateful #Hated

I've confessed to everything and I's liked to be hanged. Now, if you please
-- Franny Billingsley

#Please

You mind your tongue!” “Oh, I do,” I said. “I sharpen it every evening on your name.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Names #Mind #Tongue

Guess what it is that turns plants to coal. Pressure. Guess what it is that turns limestone to marble. Pressure. Guess what it is that turns Briony's heart to stone. Pressure. Pressure is uncomfortable, but so are the gallows. Keep your secrets, wolfgirl. Dance your fists with Eldric's, snatch lightning from the gods. Howl at the moon, at the blood-red moon. Let your mouth be a cavern of stars.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Stars #Heart #Moon

Should I ever again sink into illness, I'm sure I'll remember Eldric. I'll remember he cared for me. I'll remember that someone had at least taken the time to touch my face.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Taken #Faces #Remember

The handkerchief dabbed at my forehead. 'Ouch! You'll have a fine-looking bruise tomorrow.' 'Then you'll be able to distinguish me from Rose.' The handkerchief paused. 'I could tell you apart from the beginning. You're quite different to each other, you know.' Perhaps he could tell, in the obvious ways. The odd one was Rose; the other odd one was Briony.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Rose #Different #Bruises

The boy shall have a proper beating,' said Cecil. 'But I beat him already,' I said, 'and don't tell me I didn't do it properly. I'm touchy about these things.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Boys #Beats #Said

I don't like my shoes,' said Rose. 'I'm wearing my shoes and you don't see me complain.' 'You only hear a person complain,' said Rose. 'Not see.' How has Rose lived for seventeen years and no one has killed her, not once?
-- Franny Billingsley

#Sister #Years #Shoes

I still can't understand how Cecil and my old tutor, Fitz, got along so well, when we often called Fitz 'the Genius' and avoided calling Cecil anything at all, so as not to be rude.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Rude #Genius #Calling

When Rose takes to screaming, she starts loud, continues loud, and ends loud. Rose has a very good ear and always screams on the same note. I'd tested her before I burnt the library, and our piano along with it. Rose screams on the note B flat. We don't need a piano anymore now that we have a human tuning fork.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Piano #Rose #Library

I don't know what it is, but I ache for it each day. It's as though I have eyes, but there are colors I cannot see. As though I have ears, but there's a range of notes I cannot hear.
-- Franny Billingsley

#Eye #Color #Each Day