All Franny Billingsley Quotes
- 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… Carpenter
- 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… Ache
- 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… Alphabet
- ...if you don't argue, you can't give in... Argue
- Imagine a world without shadows. You cannot touch a shadow, but a world without them is a hard world, and flat. Cannot Touch
- I don't mean to be ungrateful but if someone's out there answering prayers, mine's not at the top of the list Answering
- 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… Becomes
- It is true that I can trip over anything and nothing – a speck of dust, a patch of sunlight, an idea. I move through… Depth
- It's one thing to keep secrets. It's quite another to lie. Inspirational
- 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… Circles
- 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… Absence
- 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… Allow
- 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… Alley
- 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… All
- Death had no lips, but it was smiling Death
- 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… Asking
- It's strange how a person can have a distinct distaste for herself, but still she clutches on to life. Clutch
- 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… Choice
- It's the picnic principle. Things taste better outdoors. And if it's a forbidden thing, so much the better. Better
- 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… Dead