Sarah Monette quotes:

I would love with all my heart to be able to speak Greek, classical or modern or both. It is a beautiful language, both aurally and in terms of the intricacy of its construction. I took four semesters of Ancient Greek in college, but it's all rusted away now - and I never learned to speak it anyway.

I am a huge fan of world-building. I love doing it in my own books, and I love reading it done well.

The fountain of youth is like the monkey's paw in the W. W. Jacobs story. It never ends well.

The fountain of youth is like the monkeys paw in the W. W. Jacobs story. It never ends well.

Life on Mars would be awesome! Even single-celled life, although I admit that in my heart of hearts, I want it to be the barge-people of the canals.

What makes a story a story is that something changes. Internal, external, small or large, trivial or of earth-shattering importance. Doesn't matter.

Sacred bleeding fuck,' I said, because, I mean it's one thing to know your crazy hocus brother sees ghosts, and a whole different thing when you find out they're telling him bedtime stories."

I have mild albinism, which means I am very sensitive to light, so the animal representation of my spirit would have to be a mole. I am particularly fond of that most Lovecraftian of mammals, the star-nosed mole, and tend to choose it for online icons and avatars.

Consider the stars. Among them are no passions, no wars. They know neither love nor hatred. Did man but emulate the stars, would not his soul become clear and radiant as they are? But man's spirit draws him like a moth to the ephemera of this world, and in their heat he is consumed entire.

I catch a flash of red-gold beneath the surface of the water, and realize that there are koi in the pond, massive, serene, and I wonder: are they dreams of fish, or fish who dream?

I gave up on cussing - I'd run out of words filthy enough - and just started praying.

It is a rose planted in your heart, and as it's thorns tear you, so does it thrive and flower

The dead person is not truly dead until the last person who rememebers them dies.

The obligation d'âme meant that his only allegiance was to Felix, making them a separate kingdom of two, with Felix as king and Mildmay as ministers, army, and populace all combined in one. A stormy little kingdom, I thought, with periodic flare-ups of civil war and a magnificently unstable government. And I was glad I wasn't a citizen of it.