Richelle Mead Quotes

He was a self-made man who owed his lack of success to nobody.

Men are wonderful. I adore them. They always give you the benefit of the doubt.

I won't insult your intelligence by suggesting that you really believe what you just said.

I would have answered your letter sooner, but you didn't send one.

I'm your knight in shining armor. I'm here to save you from Linkin Park.

I'm not much given to straight, irony-free hero-worship.

After an awkward pause, Bast extended his hand. Chronicler hesitated for a bare moment before reaching out quickly, as if he were sticking his hand into a fire. Nothing happened, both of them seemed moderately surprised. "Amazing, isn't it?" Kvothe addressed them bitingly. "Five fingers and flesh with blood beneath. One could almost believe that on the other end of that hand lay a person of some sort.

You ever hear girls say that? "I'm not religious, but I'm spiritual." I like to reply with "I'm not honest, but you're interesting!"

Cynical is the name we give those we fear may be laughing at us.

Tell me again how much you agree with me.

I know sage, wormwood, and hyssop, but I can't smell character unless it stinks.

Now produce your explanation and pray make it improbable.

I won't say she was silly, but I think one of us was silly, and it wasn't me.

I've taken up the Bible again, somewhat in the spirit of W.C. Fields - looking for loopholes.

how does she know it's the right room?' wondered Descant. Oh, I don't know; mabye it's the magical red glow coming from the doorway, or perhaps it's the deafening howl of the temporal winds.' said Mervall. Descant nodded.'You could be right, brother. And don't think I don't know sarcasm when I hear it.

Your trousers are on fire. I would have told you, but you so dislike advice.

We all belong to the nasty stinking little human race, & of course it is not nice for God's beloved vermin to scoff at each other... Oh, we are a nasty little lot-& to think there are people who would like to save us & continue us. It won't happen if I have any influence.

Well, well, well," I said. "If it isn't the people responsible for unleashing Rose Hathaway on the world. You've got a lot to answer for.

"Uh-huh," I said. "Because all you mad, evil scientists sit around whipping up batches of Pillsbury's finest during your coffee breaks. I mean, this is pathetic."

Cynicism is the humor of hatred.

Critics are reprimanded when they get sarcastic. How absurd! Is the torch of criticism supposed to shine without burning?

Do you believe in astrology? -I don't even believe in astronomy.

I've tried to be a better person... I've tried, and tried and tried! You know how hard I've tried! Tell me how I've tried..." "Nice try... Five cents, please!

Satire should, like a polished razor keen, Wound with a touch that's scarcely felt or seen.

Sarcasm is an abuse of the intellect.