T Quotes
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“They’re distracted. Good thing about living in the landfill,” he said. “Lots here to catch the attention of the fae. They’re so ADHD.”
Source: Troll Or Derby
“They’re dogs. Never trust a man. Even when he’s dead. Especially when he’s dead. — Bats 2015”
“They're doing just as I asked them to. As we Sinclairs always do. Pretending. Lying. Trying to have a good time.”
Source: Family of Liars
“They’re envious because they’re slaves. They know how to pretend. But they don’t really love us, the powerful. And they never will. If they had the chance—they’d cut us to pieces.”
Source: Day of the Oprichnik
“They're events you remember all your life, like your first real orgasm. And the whole purpose of the absurd, mechanically persistent involvement with recorded music is the pursuit of that priceless moment. So it's not exactly that records might unhinge the mind, but rather that if anything is going to drive you up the wall it might as well be a record.”
Source: Psychotic Reactions and Carburetor Dung
“They're expected to forget everything they knew about being anything other than what they're supposed to be.”
Source: When the Moon Was Ours
“They're fickle as cats and twice as cruel. You know the tales. They'll steal your heart if you let them and if you don't, they'll curse you for your good sense. They're night things—spirits—and don't care for the day. They don't like gold, either. It reminds them of the sun.”
Source: The Poison Eaters and Other Stories
“They‟re from my best friend,” I said. “They‟re from my best gay friend, Curtis Chapman.” He stood there, frozen, possibly thinking I was joking. “Curtis won‟t be back. He got out… he was saved. He won‟t have to be called names, picked on, tortured, and assaulted anymore. He‟s gone to a different school, and your days of bullying him are over.” “Jon, the kid‟s a fag!” “And he‟s my best friend, and I love him… and so does God”
Source: Bullied
“They're fucking crosses. Just stick them in the ground. If there's a heaven they're already there. If not… it doesn't matter if the crosses are nice or not.”
Source: Sins of the Assassin
“They're ghosts, surely, and Rabbit absolutely believes in them. There are things in the world, strange machinations of physics and chemistry,queer intersections of biology and theology, that Rabbit hasn't the slightest interest in assuming he'll ever understand or be able to solve. They're simply there to be believed in, and Rabbit is a born believer. He wants to believe. He has always thought of life as pregnant with possibility-- a freak twister or wardrobe the only thing separating him from another world-- so ghosts, spirits, aliens and supreme beings coexist within Rabbit with ease. There's a kind of beauty in accepting the possibility, if not the plausibility, of everything imaginable.”
Source: Bellweather Rhapsody
“They're goddamn swindlers, you know," he murmurs. Murphy frowns, and Coop meets his eyes. "Know me word ain't work the price of rope. But them two are fucking swindlers; don't forget it.”
Source: Suffering Fools
“They’re going to drop a nuke on New York! Hurry up! We need to leave, right now!”
Source: The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel
“They're gonna' keep chickening us, that's what they're gonna' do! They wanna' crack us up!”
“They're having a snowball fight.'
Another nod.
'Three Illyrian warriors,' I said. 'The greatest Illyrian warriors. Are having a snowball fight.'
Mor's eyes practically glowed with wicked delight. 'Since they were children.'
'They're over five hundred years old.”
Source: A Court of Frost and Starlight
“They're holding flushes of face cards, and I think we're the pot.”
Source: Emperor Pius Dei
“They're horrible little creatures. All snot and smelly feet and pestering questions."
"Then why did you go into teaching?"
"It was either that or sit at home with Mother all day. I picked the lesser of two evils.”
Source: Natural Order
“They're humble because they're in service. They know they have to practice when they are filled with love. When they are filled with bile. When the sun is out and everyone with a palpably alive soul is on the beach, they are in wood-paneled dumps, practicing. Until they ruin any chance at being substantial and there is no soul on earth who will have them.”
Source: 2 A.M. at The Cat's Pajamas
“They're hungry for this, I realized. Even after they've seen what he can do, even after watching their own people die. The Darkling wasn’t just offering them an end to war, but an end to weakness. After all these long years of terror and suffering, he would give them something that had seemed permanently beyond their grasp: victory. And despite their fear, they loved him for it.”
Source: Shadow and Bone
“They're installing a boiler system," Pandora said, flipping through a book. "It's a set of two large copper cylinders filled with water pipes that are heated by gas burners. One never has to wait for the hot water- it comes at once through expansion pipes attached to the top of the boiler."
"Pandora," Kathleen asked suspiciously, "how do you know all that?"
"The master plumber explained it to me."
"Dear," Helen said gently, "it's not seemly for you to converse with a man when you haven't been introduced. Especially a laborer in our home."
"But Helen, he's old. He looks like Father Christmas."
"Age has nothing to do with it," Kathleen said crisply. "Pandora, you promised to abide by the rules."
"I do," Pandora protested, looking chagrined. "I follow all the rules that I can remember."
"How is it that you remember the details of a plumbing system but not basic etiquette?"
"Because plumbing is more interesting.”
Source: Cold-Hearted Rake
“They’re into a bit more than assassination,” said the Admiral, aka Mr Brown, “and not all of them are top agents—the ones that use the names of gods and goddesses to identify themselves. Some are called daemons, and they serve as apprentices to the top players. They’ve a large number of people in the mix. Same arrangement. A team of professional killers, safe crackers, explosives—you name it —round each one, and they’re not afraid to sacrifice members for the objective, or to protect the goddess or god heading it. Every time we get close to them we lose people. It’s as if they’re playing with us. We’re pretty sure they’re all very well connected, and some of them indulge in what they call ‘hunting’. Some poor bastard is abducted and dumped somewhere remote without the means to defend himself. Then he or she is hunted by one or more of the Pantheon. They’re psychopaths—but, as I said, they’re very well connected.”
Source: First into the Fray
“They're kicking us out saying it's time to close
We're leaning on each other try'na beat the cold
Carry your shoes and I give you my coat Walking these streets like they're paved gold
Anymore excuses is not to go
Neither one of us want to take that taxi home
Singing our hearts, standing on chairs
Spending the time like we were millionaires
Laughing our heads off, the two of us stared
Spending the time like we were millionaires
Lost my heart and I hope to die
Seeing that sunlight hit your eyes
Been up all night but you still look amazing to me
Half the time of the night you only dream
About if God came down he could take me now
Cause in my mind, yeah we will always be”
“They're kidding themselves, of course. Our sky can go from lapis to tin in the blink of an eye. Blink again and your latte's diluted. And that's just fine with me. I thrive here on the certainty that no matter how parched my glands, how anhydrous the creek beds, how withered the weeds in the lawn, it's only a matter of time before the rains come home.
The rains will steal down from the Sasquatch slopes. They will rise with the geese from the marshes and sloughs. Rain will fall in sweeps, it will fall in drones, it will fall in cascades of cheap Zen jewelry.
And it will rain a fever. And it will rain a sacrifice. And it will rain sorceries and saturnine eyes of the totem.
Rain will primitivize the cities, slowing every wheel, animating every gutter, diffusing commercial neon into smeary blooms of esoteric calligraphy. Rain will dramatize the countryside, sewing pearls into every web, winding silk around every stump, redrawing the horizon line with a badly frayed brush dipped in tea and quicksilver.
And it will rain an omen. And it will rain a trance. And it will rain a seizure. And it will rain dangers and pale eggs of the beast.
Rain will pour for days unceasing. Flooding will occur. Wells will fill with drowned ants, basements with fossils. Mossy-haired lunatics will roam the dripping peninsulas. Moisture will gleam on the beak of the Raven. Ancient shamans, rained from their rest in dead tree trunks, will clack their clamshell teeth in the submerged doorways of video parlors. Rivers will swell, sloughs will ferment. Vapors will billow from the troll-infested ditches, challenging windshield wipers, disgusing intentions and golden arches. Water will stream off eaves and umbrellas. It will take on the colors of beer signs and headlamps. It will glisten on the claws of nighttime animals.
And it will rain a screaming. And it will rain a rawness. And it will rain a disorder, and hair-raising hisses from the oldest snake in the world.
Rain will hiss on the freeways. It will hiss around the prows of fishing boats. It will hiss in the electrical substations, on the tips of lit cigarettes, and in the trash fires of the dispossessed. Legends will wash from desecrated burial grounds, graffiti will run down alley walls. Rain will eat the old warpaths, spill the huckleberries, cause toadstools to rise like loaves. It will make poets drunk and winos sober, and polish the horns of the slugs.
And it will rain a miracle. And it will rain a comfort. And it will rain a sense of salvation from the philistinic graspings of the world.
Yes, I am here for the weather. And when I am lowered at last into a pit of marvelous mud, a pillow of fern and skunk cabbage beneath my skull, I want my epitaph to read, IT RAINED ON HIS PARADE, AND HE WAS GLAD!”
Source: Wild Ducks Flying Backward
“They're Killing Us (Poem)
________
May my feet land
on the safe ends
of Your robes,
For human land
drinks human blood
and feasts on its remains.
May my hands
be held by Your hands,
For human hands
were loving me yesterday
but are murdering me today.
May my eyes be filled with sanity,
for this generation
is piercing me with its inhumanity.
May I dwell in Your heaven,
as I no longer feel safe on this earth even.
My feet
are stumbling on many dead bodies.
My hands are replete
with burns and bruises
from the spears of those
who You lovingly created
in Your image just as I was crested.
My eyes are filled
with images of my people killed.
My body is garmented
in agony, trauma, confusion, and fume.
Where can I take refuge
from these dirty souls
who seek my blood?
To whom should I run to brood
these now broken soles,
and eyes filled with floods?
Lead me to where it’s safest.
Lead me to where it’s kindest.”
“They're less careful, less capable, and yet somehow the truly terrible things never happen to them. People want to help; they attract kindness---they're looked after by guardian angels wherever they go.”
Source: Homecoming
“They're losing the war. They're erasing the evidence."
"But that doesn't matter. We've all seen what they've done," I said. "We're witnesses."
"That's what I'm afraid of," he said.”
Source: Drawn from Memory
“They’re macarons, not macaroons, you imbecile! One ‘o’, not two.”
Source: The Death of Mungo Blackwell
“They're making me call myself Charles."
Thomas shook his head. "Well, that's lame. We're going to call you Chuck.”
Source: The Fever Code
“They're making me go to school," Pram said. "I don't think it's a very good idea. I've read about how cruel kids can be."
"Are you afraid they'll be cruel, or that being around them for too long will make you cruel?" Felix said.
"Both, I suppose.”
Source: A Curious Tale of the In-Between
“They're matcha tiramisu yeast donuts, fried to perfection and filled with matcha mascarpone cream and topped with a matcha glaze that took me a long time to get right.”
Source: Donut Fall in Love
“They're monsters."
"That's what Edward thought."
"Oh, yeah? He a friend of yours?"
"No, Miss Librarian. Just a main character in a wildly popular vampire series.”
Source: Secrets and Shadows
“They’re monsters,” the child whispered to Eve.
“Monsters never die.”
Source: Loyalty in Death
“They're new to this war. They don't know what we know. Honor, if it ever existed, was the first casualty.”
Source: Light Bringer
“They're not embarrassed to show lust,
I am not ashamed to show my faith in Christ.”
“They're not going to arrest you,' Skulduggery said as they walked through the door. 'They might glare at you and say angry words, but they won't arrest you. Well, they might arrest you. There's a good chance they will. But the important thing is that I've done nothing wrong.'
'For once.”
Source: Dark Days
“They're not going to ask for your permission like that Night Court dude.”
Source: House of Flame and Shadow
“They're not going to bother me tonight. They won't denigrate my efforts, or ridicule anything that's mine, won't roll their eyes, or correct me, or cut me short and leave the room. They won't burden, or overwork me, or heap upon me responsibilities that are theirs. And, no more than they are doing, they won't intrude on my privacy, try to embarrass me or make me uncomfortable.
Plus, they seem pretty far beyond hurting each other.”
Source: Why Did I Ever
“They’re not interested in buying…they’re just lonely.”
“They’re not lonely.”
“How do you know?” Lucy but on her lower lip, and then she said, “How do you know what those people think about in the dark when they wake up in the middle of the night?”
Source: Tell Me Everything
“They're not lonely. There's two of them. When a wolf is howling at the moon, it's not actually because it's lonely. It's sort of a location technique, for when members of the pack get separated and they need to find one another. The first one saying, I'm here! I'm here! And then the other one says, Me too! Me too!”
Source: Promise Me Sunshine
“They're not poodles, they're art.”
“They’re not really homes. More like houses where we sleep.
Where we eat—if we’re lucky. Where we cry and fight.
Where we bleed and break. Where we cower and scream.
Where we give up. Where we sigh.
Where we barely survive.”
Source: Sophie & Carter
“They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? - - Carpe - - hear it? - - Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.”
Source: Dead Poets Society
“They're not trying to convince you; they're trying to force you. Convincing is just the first strategy, but remember, they can't control your heart, and you are the one who decides what your mind chooses.”
“They're nothing but dead men making trouble.”
Source: The General in His Labyrinth
“They're okay, because they have each other. Here they are, holding onto this moment: two comforted, two comforting, two brothers.
Always brothers.”
Source: Crimson Rivers
“They're old enough to know how the world really works, so why are they so stupid? It's easy to talk big, but the important thing is whether or not you can clean up the shit.”
Source: Norwegian Wood
“They're old letters from this fellow Chubb and I used to know," he sang, almost in a whisper, and I imagined that the birds, if they could hear him, rustled in their sleep, on their roosts: his words entering their dreams, calling to them.”
Source: The Sky, The Stars, The Wilderness: Three Lyrical Short Stories of Texas, Appalachia, and the Untamed American West
“They’re on Lee and Indy Sex Watch.”
“Come again?”
“They want to know when we’ve done it.”
Silence. I went on.
“If we don’t do it soon, they might force us to at gunpoint.”
“Christ.”
“I know. No pressure though. I told them we’re taking is slow.”
“You have to report in?”
“I kind of feel obliged.”
“How’s that?”
I didn’t want to tell him I’d recruited them both for Lee Maneuvres in the past, so I said, “Never mind.”
“If something doesn’t happen soon, it’s gonna be bad. I can’t keep focussed, all I can think of is what’s on your Victoria’s Secret credit statement.
“You need to keep focused,” I told him, “bad guys are after me.”
“Tell me about it.”
Source: Rock Chick
“They're playing groupie, so I'm playing rock star.”
“They're power-hungry, the mundane said of the magical people. They're immoral, people said, and they're scary. Playing with the dark arts could plunge me into evil. I'd be pulled toward depravity. Blasphemy would begin to seem like truth, bad like good, God like Satan. It had happened to people through the centuries, they said. And they were right. All that did happen.”
Source: Not in Kansas Anymore