“My books are likely to contain food stains and rings from my tea cups. A book is to be lived with and… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“My favorite genre is Beautifully Written Books of Any Genre. Could we make that a genre?” — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
I’m suspicious of the notion of a single book that would benefit everyone to read. — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
A book that bores me to tears is a book that neglects character building and quality of prose. — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“Truths are dangerous," he said. "Then why are you writing them in a book?" "To catch them between the pages," said Teddy,… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
I don’t often know who should read what book. It’s a little bit like trying to set people up on a date… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
I've always been led to believe that the ultimate goal for an author is the movie deal. Now I understand that the… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“Truths are dangerous," he said. "Then why are you writing them in a book?" "To catch them between the pages," said Teddy,… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“The fact that at the moment the distinction is being made, a young adult, as opposed to an adult, is the one… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“She had thought him a fighter, just a fighter. And in her foolishness, she had thought him perceptive. Had even admired him… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
Teddy grinned again. 'Truths are dangerous,' he said. -'Then why are you writing them in a book?' -'To catch them between the… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“For most of the process, nothing but faith, fueled by your own stubbornness, will be pulling you along. The work that you've… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“Back onto their horses, and shortly thereafter word had come around from the command units that any soldier brawling over any matter relating to the Lady Fire would find himself out of the army and the army’s favor, disarmed, discharged, and sent home. Fire gathered from the low whistles and high eyebrows among her guard that it was a harsh… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share
“The girls clipped and swept, and Katsa’s hair fell away. She thrilled at the unfamiliar chill of air on her neck. And wondered if… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“Raffin appeared again, a floor above her, on the balconied passageway that ran past his workrooms. He leaned over the railing and called down to her. "Kat!" "What is it?" "You look lost . Have you forgotten the way to your rooms?" "I'm stalling." "How long will you be? I'd like to show you a couple of my new discoveries."… — Kristin cashore Copy Share
“When you’re a monster, she thought, you are thanked and praised for not behaving like a monster. She would like to restrain from cruelty… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“She glanced up at him, and in that moment he pulled his wet shirt over his head. She forced her mind blank. Blank as a new sheet of paper, blank as a starless sky. He came to the fire and crouched before it. He rubbed the water from his bare arms and flicked it into the flames. She stared at… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share
“She had thought she'd already reached her capacity for pain and had no room inside her for more. But she remembered having told Archer… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“He thinks it's dangerous for us to leave each other so much freedom and make these vague plans to travel together in the future, doing Council work, with no promises. I told him I'm not going to marry you and hang on to you like a barnacle, just to keep you to myself and stop you loving anyone else.' 'It's… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share
Ideas were growing in all directions and dimensions; they were becoming a sculpture, or a castle. And then everyone left her, to return to… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“Papa?” she said, turning in circles now, spinning to look at each of the entrances. “Do you mean Papa? Where?” He came through an archway on the other side of the courtyard. Hanna shrieked and sprinted across the marble floor. He caught her up and carried her back the way she’d come, nodding to Fire and the guard, smiling through… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share
“He decided to mark this new era in his life with a change of his foolish, sentimental name. The people of this land had… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
I know you don't want this, Katsa. But I can't help myself. The moment you came barreling into my life I was lost. I'm afraid to tell you what I wish for, for fear you'll... oh, I don't know, throw me into the fire. Or more likely, refuse me. Or worst of all, despise me," he said, his voice breaking… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share
