Django Wexler Quotes

I must say, you are the least unintelligent human I have ever met.

At that age, Alice had grasped the idea that some things in books were real, and others were not.

Ashes, how did you do it?"
"I'd like to say it was all my own talent, but cats are naturally modest.

They have servants. I’d rather have friends.

When you're as old as I am," Ending said, "one's nature is largely a product of habit.

The sum total of Alice’s medical knowledge was that blood was supposed to stay on the inside.

‘‘This isn’t some stupid storybook where the underdog wins in the end. This is the real world. The strongest do what they want, and everyone else has to live with it. Or”—she glanced significantly at Isaac—“not.”

What do you see here?"
"Books?"
"Indeed, books. They are the ocean in which magic swims.

After the cousins came the accountants, who were more open in their appraisals and didn’t bother with Alice at all, and after the accountants, like a Biblical plague building up to a big finish, came the lawyers.

Alice scooped the cat into her arms and planted a kiss on his fuzzy forehead.
“What was that for?” Ashes sputtered. “What have I ever done to deserve that?”
“I wanted to say thank you,” Alice said, putting him on the ground. “For everything.”
“Yes, well. Far be it from me to dispute my own heroism,” Ashes muttered. “But proper thanks should involve tuna.”

The more he didn’t know, she reasoned, the easier he would be to fool.

Ashes looked around at the palm trees, the perfect ocean, and the immaculate beach.
“Ugh,” he said. “I’m in hell.”

The truth can be useful, sometimes. Assuming you can convince people.

There's this thing called dignity that some cats have been known to have. You might want to look into it."
"A cat is always dignified, no matter what position he finds himself in," Ashes said. "A half-cat even more so.

I apologize for Ashes," Alice said to Michael. "He's a cat, and—" She paused, and decided that seemed like a complete description. "He's a cat.