Genevieve Cogman Quotes

I don’t care about politics or the greater good or universal peace or whatever. I just want to be left in peace with books.

Catherine looked as if she was about to boil over. “We have been poisoned,” she said again. “We’re about to die! I’ll never get at those books!”
“Now, that’s the right attitude,” Kai agreed, glad to see her demonstrating a proper sense of priorities.

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.

But don't make the same mistakes that we have, Irene." Her mouth quirked in a smile. "Make some new ones.

Indigo was precisely the sort of person who would declare that a just revolution was worth a million deaths. As long as she wasn’t one of them, of course.

I have no intention of signing up to her crusade," Irene said. "To anyone's crusade.

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.

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

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

My dear Irene, there are two sorts of collectors. One is satisfied by simply owning the treasured item and doesn’t care whether or not the rest of the world knows. But the other sort—they absolutely have to brag about their possessions. For them, half the pleasure comes from the thought of acquaintances gnawing their guts out with envy. Even if it increases the risk of theft, they can’t help themselves.

I have a complicated relationship with my parents. It's a good relationship, but…"
"You hardly ever see them!"
"Yes, that's why it's a good relationship.

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.

Irene didn’t need Vale’s deductive skills to tell her she was in trouble. But there was something liberating about this. She was surrounded by known enemies, not politics. And she didn’t have anyone to worry about—apart from herself.

There is no truth to peace," she said. "Peace is at best a brief interlude between hostilities. The treaties which might be signed here are no more than lies. The field of battle is more honest.

And, really, Erda had put the basic problem in a nutshell. Everyone here viewed damage to their own particular interest as more significant than damage to anyone else’s. Whatever the scale of the damage.