Genevieve Cogman Quotes

Walking through a library—any library—as they made their way to the exterior had its usual comforting, balancing effect on Irene. It was a reassurance that such places existed and that they would continue, even if she herself was as temporary as any other human.

You can’t trust people in power, dearie. They’ll say whatever they want, all the witnesses will be paid to agree, and then you’re behind bars till the end of your days. Or worse.

All that fear, all that paranoia, and all of it based on a lie simply to keep convenient control of this world. Maybe there were no universal standards of morality—but this was still just plain wrong.

Very well. Then our conversation is over."
"Aren't you going to threaten me?" Irene asked.
"Miss Winters, if you don't already feel threatened, I'm not doing my job properly.

What business is it of mine if they should want to kill each other? I'd say they both show excellent judgement."
"Sounds about right to me," Evariste said harshly. "Not my circus, not my monkeys. If they want to tear each other to bits, they can get on with it, and good luck to them.

Here and there people sat at desks, carefully turning the pages of manuscripts, or unrolling scrolls and making notes. It comforted her. This is a place built to store books, by people who wanted to preserve books, and used by people who want to read those books. I am not alone.

They did attempt to leave the European Union last year, but apparently that was prompted by demonic interference.

The problem with paranoia was that if you let it rule all your decisions, then you would miss some perfectly good opportunities.

Nothing lasts," he said, his voice guttural with age and remembered pain. "Neither knowledge, nor skill, nor family, nor the bond between master and student. In another thousand years I will be gone. And in time you both will pass as well, and this place will be dust. For all that we pride ourselves on our power and our length of years, Prince Kai, ultimately dragons too are as fleeting as fireflies. There was a time when we never existed; there will also come a time when nobody will remember us. War changes to peace. But, ultimately, peace collapses into war and the cycle continues."
"I've told you before, sir, you will be remembered as long as my fathers kingdom lasts." Shan Yuan spoke with affection, clearly repeating an old reassurance.
"That's not as reassuring as you might think.

Are there other Librarian ghosts here?" she asked.
"Ghosts? Yes, I suppose that's the best word for it. Collections of memories, maybe. We are all the sum of our memories, after all.

She was a Librarian, and the deepest, most fundamental part of her life involved a love of books. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to shut the rest of the world out and have nothing to worry about except the next page of whatever she was reading.

You mean me entering the Library may have destroyed the universe?" Catherine asked
"You don't need to sound quite so impressed by it," Irene chided. "It's not something you want on your yearly performance review.

Life was much easier before I had to worry about everyone else worrying," Irene muttered.
"It's called growing up, dear. It comes with staying alive.

The news was highly coloured, even if the print was black and white.

Be careful. Be diplomatic. Try not to blow anything up.