Mira Grant quotes:

If you want to go foraging into the wilds of Canada without proper gear, you deserve what you get, even if that happens to include being attacked by an undead moose.

Given a choice between life and death, choose life. Given a choice between right and wrong, choose what's right. And given a choice between a terrible truth and a beautiful lie, choose the truth every time.

How many miles to Babylon? Three-score and ten. Can I get there by candle-light? Yes, there and back again. If your heels are nimble and light, You will get there by candle-light

By the time Buffy finished its Bay Area theatrical run - including a two-month stint at the dollar theater - I had seen the movie well over three dozen times. I was in love.

I honestly have no idea what's going on anymore. I just need to find something I can hit. (Shaun Mason)

He said that he was sure you would be amendable to this course of action." April paused, eyes widening, before she said indignantly, "I believe he may have lied to me!

...although I had to admit a certain affection for the Mattel booth advertising Urban Survival Barbie, now with her own Machete and blood testing unit.

Any good Irwin can make going to the corner store for a candy bar and a Coke lood death defying and suicidal.

My mother once told me that no women is naked when she comes equipped with a bad mood and a steady glare.

There is a list of things Im not allowed to discuss at the dinner table! I am extraordinarily passionate about the Black Death, which is not something most people are into.

It's the oldest story in the world. Boy loves girl. Boy loses girl. Boy gets girl back thanks to the unethical behavior of megalomaniacal mad scientists who never met a corpse they wouldn't try to resurrect. Anyone coming within a hundred yards of my happy ending had better pray that they're immune to bullets. - Shaun Mason

Most guys my age have girlfriends and drinking buddies on their speed dial. Me, I have the Memphis CDC.

We are a nation equally afraid of gathering together and being alone.

Rose goblins are built like porcupines - if you rub them the right way, you don't have to worry about the spines. They're sort of like people in that regard, too.

Mira Grant is actually my pseudonym. And Seanan is pronounced SHAWN-in.

Post-traumatic shock,' said Shaun. 'He thinks he's a boa constrictor.

She told the truth as she saw it, and she died for it. I came along for the ride, and I lived. It wasn't worth it. But it was the truth, and it was what had to happen.

Didn't we talk about this?" "HAIL!" "That isn't an answer." I planted my hands on my hips. "Was there a reason for shoving the gummy bears off the counter? Did they tell you they were suicidal? On second thought," I raised a hand, palm out, "don't answer that. If the candy is talking, I don't want to know.

Pronouns are only useful when you combine them with other words. I have a few I can give you, if you're at a loss.

I'm a decent sprinter and I can gun a motorcycle from zero to suicidal in less than ten seconds.

Never steal another reporter's story; never take the last of another reporter's ammo; never mess with another reporter's computer. Those are the rules, unless you work for a tabloid, where they replace "never" with "always"...

I'm not body-shy -- it's hard to grow up in the Summerlands, where clothes are solidly optional, and stay body-shy -- but that doesn't mean I enjoy nudity. Naked people are, by definition, unarmed.

...they come to us, these restless dead,Shrouds woven from the words of men,With trumpets sounding overhead(The walls of hope have grown so thinAnd all our vaunted innocenceHas withered in this endless frost)That promise little recompenseFor all we risk, for all we've lost...

That's Becks. Always ready to offer a helping headshot.

Jan built herself an ivory tower to keep the wolves out; she never dreamed they were already inside.

You're a mad scientist,' said Maggie, in what may well have been intended as a reassuring tone. 'We don't expect you to be nice. We just go to bed every night hoping you won't mutate us before we wake up.' Dr. Abbey blinked at her. 'That's...almost sweet. In a disturbing sort of a way.

Nothing lasts forever. That's the tragedy and the miracle of existence - that everything is impermanent. Everything changes. All we can do is make the best of the time we have. And go down shooting, naturally.

We live in a world where joy is possible, love is possible, happiness is possible; where all things are possible, if we're willing to take the time, take a chance, take a breath and step off the edge of everything that is for the sake of everything that might be.

And thus, in a single moment, did my life go from unbearably strange, but still tolerable, to actively impossible. I am willing to allow that, once one lives in a world where science can transform mosquitoes into the harbingers of the apocalypse, the rules of our forefathers have, perhaps, ceased to apply.

I'd say it was nice knowing you, but as you've effectively ruined my life, it almost certainly hasn't been.

Being a King sort of sucks," I said. Quentin wrinkled his nose, "So does your outfit." "Blood is in this season.

He had the same empty confusion in his eyes that I saw in my mirror every morning, that odd sort of denial that only seems to come when the world decides to jump the rails without warning you first.

We were the ones on scene when everything went down. We weren't better. We weren't worse. We were just the ones standing in the blast radius.

I just find it interesting that kids apparently used to cry when Bambi's mother died. George and I both held our breaths, and then cheered when she didn't reanimate and try to eat her son.

Alive or dead, the truth won't rest. Rise up while you can.

Nothing is impossible to kill. It's just that sometimes after you kill something you have to keep shooting it until it stops moving

And then everything was in the hands of gravity, which has never had much love for the terminally stupid.

There is nothing so patient, in this world or any other, as a virus searching for a host.

We are in the middle of what looks increasingly like the zombie apocalypse. Moaning people don't need help. Moaning people are intending to eat us.

Speak English at this table or I will fire you so fast you'll wind up standing at the airport wondering how you got from here to there without any goddamn pants on.

And to those who would choose the safety of inaction over the danger of taking a stand, I have this to say:You bloody cowards. May you have the world that you deserve.

May posterity show mercy when it look back upon the work we do today. We did what we could with what we had.

It is what it is. Isn't that how these things always go? They are what they are. We just get to cope.

Seriously, that woman is so much crazy crammed into a small space that she's practically a crazy singularity.

Behold the power of the truth. When people see its shadow on the wall, they don't want to take the time to look away.

George, she says it's the truth that matters. We live and die for the chance to maybe tell a little bit of the truth, maybe shame the Devil just a little bit before we go.

Everyone thinks of them in terms of poisoned apples and glass coffins, and forgets that they represent girls who walked into dark forests and remade them into their own reflections.

A proper lady should be able to smile pretty, wear sequins like she means it, and kick a man's ass nine ways from Sunday while wearing stiletto heels. If she can't do that much, she's not trying hard enough.

The Argentine tango isn't here to play nicely with the other children. The Argentine tango is here to seduce your women, spill things on your rug, and sneak out your bedroom window in the middle of the night.

The difference between the truth and a lie is that both of them can hurt, but only one will take the time to heal you afterward.

He's going to be okay," said Quentin. "He has to. He's Tybalt. You'd be all weird and irritating if he wasn't around." "Weird and irritating?" I raised an eyebrow. "What gives you that idea?" Quentin shrugged. "That's already how you get when he isn't around.

My dear October, we are bound by an enchanted rose made from the hair of a Duchess, and my blood is covering your hand. You can learn anything you wish to know about me merely by licking you fingers." Tybalt laughed a little. "Yes, you may ask me a question.

I would love a sandwich,' said Tybalt, with enough gravity to make it sound like a formal proclamation. Resolved: that we will have ham and cheese sandwiches.

Who would come for her?" he snarled, rallying. Behind me, a voice shouted, "Tybalt, King of Cats. My claim precedes yours.

Hey!" I turned, crossing my arms and glaring. "I was talking to him!" Tybalt eyed me with amusement, which just made me glare harder. "No, you were inciting him to stab you with a toothpick. Again, the difference is small, but I think it matters.

You are covered in blood," Tybalt said again, stressing the words harder this time. "It makes me tense." There was a thud as the guard hit the floor, and Tybalt returned to my side. "Wow. You must be tense a lot." He sighed. "You have no idea.

I feel the closest to crazy when I'm disagreeing with the voice in my head

Things it is not polite to discuss at the dinner table: politics, religion, and the walking dead.

...a truth you don't understand is more dangerous than a lie.

...but that was the thing about reality. It didn't need to make sense.

...even saying good-bye isn't enough. There's always one more thing you should have had the time to say, or do, or ask. There's always going to be that one missing piece.

...If there's a God, there are plenty of people who know where he is." I shrugged, still watching the sky. ... "I just want to know that he's there, so that I can die knowing there's going to be someone I can punch in the mouth on the other end.

A martyr's just a casualty with really good PR.

Any man who doesn't believe in carrying weapons on a first date is not a man worth knowing.

Anyone who thinks cryptozoology is the study of the impossible has never really taken a very good look at the so-called "natural world." Once you get past the megamouth sharks, naked mole rats, and spotted hyenas, then the basilisks, dragons, and cuckoos just don't seem that unreasonable. Unpleasant, yes, but unreasonable? Not really.

April frowned, irritation evident. "I did not consent to your presence," she said peevishly. "Please depart, and attempt your political assassination on someone else's property.

Are you ever not a pessimist?" "Sometimes. But then I wake up.

At least you know that you're crazy. That means you have the potential to recover.

Be good. Be kind to each other. And if there's somebody you love, tell them. The world always needs more love.

Besides, killing all the humans will totally trash the cable schedule, and there are some shows I'm really excited to have back on the air.

Blood is one thing, but that's not all that goes into family. The family you choose is the family that really matters. They're the ones who'll keep you standing.

Blood is thicker than water, but family isn't just about blood. Family is about faith, and loyalty, and who you love. If you don't have those things, I don't care what the blood says. You're not family.

Call me paranoid. I´m frequently right.

Children's games are stronger than you remember once you've grown up and left them behind. They're always fair, and never kind.

Crazy gets all the knives.

Danger is a side effect of what I do, not the reason behind it.

Do we have to have the 'don't lie to the telepath' talk again? It won't take long. I say 'don't lie to the telepath, it never works,' you glare at me, and then you go find something you can hit.

Don't start. My mood stays better if you don't start.

Don't think she can breathe over there, chief." drawled Shaun. "Pretty sure she hasn't kicked the oxygen habit yet..

Etienne gave me lessons. Three of them. Then he said I was a menace and refused to teach me anything more for fear that I'd slice his head off.

Every life has a watershed moment, an instant when you realize you're about to make a choice that will define everything else you ever do, and that if you choose wrong, there may not be that many things left to choose. Sometimes the wrong choice is the only one that lets you face the end with dignity, grace, and the awareness that you're doing the right thing. I'm not sure we can recognize those moments until they've passed us.

Failure to die is always appreciated.

Follow the rules whenever possible. That makes it a lot more surprising when you break them.

Fooling laymen with science is sometimes so easy it should be criminal.

Growing up in my family meant ambushes on your birthday, crossbows for Christmas, and games of dodge ball where the balls were occasionally rigged to explode. It also meant learning how to work your way out of a wide variety of death traps. Failure to get loose on your own could lead to missing dinner, or worse, being forced to admit that you missed dinner because your baby sister had tied you to the couch. Again.

He didn't have much strength to offer, but what he did have was hers without question.

He'll die first, we both know it, but I don't know... I really don't know how long I'll stay alive without him. That's the part Shaun doesn't know. I don't intend to be an only child for long.

Hello?" I peered into the shadows. Two green circles flashed in the dark. I yelped, jumping backward and pressing myself against the wall. "And may I wish a very good morning to you, too, October." The voice was amused, underscored by a chuckle like thick cream. "What happened? Did the prettiest little princess miss her carriage home?

His idea of traffic safety is going too fast for the cops to catch up.

How did you find me anyway." "For all that I must keep reminding you that I am not a bloodhound, it's true that on occasion, having a sensitive nose is a useful thing. I followed the smell of you." Tybalt sighed, looking exaggeratedly put-upon. "If you must be ferried back to your people, I suppose I can oblige. But only because you asked me so very nicely, and promised me a kiss.

Hysteria takes too much energy to be maintained forever.

I am a zombie fan, but all of the zombie stories Ive enjoyed started when the dead rose and ended three days later with everybody looking exhausted. I was thinking, What happens in 20 years?

I guess in the end, it doesn't matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.

I like to think of myself as a reasonable man. But I have buried too many friends in the too-recent past, and I have seen too many lies go unquestioned, and too many questions go unasked. There is a time when even reasonable men must begin to take unreasonable actions. To do anything else is to be less than human.

I recommend Avon Skin-So-Soft. It's a bath product. It smells like someone fed a Disney Princess through a juicer, but it works better than anything else on the market.

I require something so horrifically alcoholic that it makes livers tremble with fear and run for their lives when its name is uttered.

I wanted the truth, and I wanted the news, and I'd be damned before I settled for anything less.

I was still wearing my shoes. The staff was paid to wash the sheets after every visit, and by the point we left the field, I'd dressed and undressed so many times in the course of decontamination that I never wanted to remove my clothes again. I'd just wear them until they dissolved, and then spend the rest of my life naked.

I'm a cat. We aren't required to make sense.

I'm also fascinated by the difference between terror and fear. Fear says, "Do not actually put your hand in the alligator," while terror says, "Avoid Florida entirely because alligators exist.

If anything attacked us, we could just panic at it until it went away.

If anything, global response to the Rising only confirmed something that many Australians had quietly believed for quite some time: If forced to live in Australia for a year, most of the world's population would simply curl up in a fetal ball and die of terror.

If we didn't fear the truths we didn't hear, we'd lose the need to fear the ones we did.

I'll challenge senators and kings for the right to know the truth, but far be it from me to challenge a woman in her own kitchen.

In my defense, the corpse was entirely unexpected.

Is there any time in your life when you do not feel the need for caffeine?" "Sure. Sometimes I'm asleep.

It felt odd to be laughing during a firefight. Then again, if you can't laugh when you're about to die, when can you?

It's lovely," I said, taking an involuntary half step back. "Really, though. I don't like to handle other people's cookware." "That's the best you can manage? That's your bright, bold lie?" "Look, lady, I don't know about you, but I've never had somebody corner me on a dark street and try to hand me a frying pan before," I snapped.

It's not that Etienne dislikes Tybalt. Etienne just dislikes chaos, and Tybalt causes almost as much commotion as I do. Sometimes more, when he really sets his mind to it, although my chaos is a little more destructive, if I do say so myself.

It's not hard to marginalize people when they've already done it to themselves.

I've done tangos with men who thought my ass was a squeaky toy.

I've got no problem with octopuses. It's bugs and spiders that I don't like. Octopuses are cute, in their own 'nature did a lot of drugs' sort of way." - Becks

I've seen that mixture of resignation and hopelessness before; its usually in my mirror.

Just once, I want to meet the villain in a cheerful, brightly lit room. Possibly one with kittens.

Kellis-Amberlee is a fact of existence. You live, you die, and then you come back to life, get up, and shamble around trying to eat your former friends and loved ones. That's the way it is for everyone.

Last guy I was interested in turned out to be an incestuous necrophiliac," she said. "So no, not currently dating, and definitely not doing any more shopping in the 'sociopath' category

Librarianship is a form of heroism. It's just not as flashy as swords and dragons.