Genevieve Cogman Quotes

What is written can be erased, alas.

Sometimes the obvious answer is the true answer.

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.

The room on the other side was elegant and gracious, even in the moonlight that slanted in through the long rectangular windows. It breathed with the scent of old books and wax polish: the dark volumes that filled the shelves promised countless secrets, and Irene itched just to reach out and touch them.

First things first. Get the facts, then decide what to do next. And hope that there is a next.

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.

There were clear class divisions among the protestors: the upper-class ones stood back and gave the orders, while the lower-class ones did the actual work. Some things didn’t change, no matter how many worlds you visited.

She’d thought the situation couldn’t get much worse. She’d been wrong. The situation could always get worse.

She was trying to work out who these men were working for. Were they Qing Song’s minions, random gangsters, specific gangsters, or undercover police? So many enemies, so little time.

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

They blew up a library. A library, Kai. They haven’t just offended me, they have attacked and insulted every single citizen of this place who used that library, who contributed to it, who even so much as might have used it someday in the future.

I dislike the fact that she treated you like a servant," Kai commented. His voice had an undertone to it that promised reprisals.
"Leave it for the moment," Irene said wearily. "I'm not going to waste my time feeling insulted. And don't you think we've got more serious problems to consider? Much more serious problems?

There were things to do, people to see, questions to ask. Books to read.

Blind faith is just another word for slavery.

I have spent most of my life preferring books to people," Irene said sharply. "Just because I like a few specific people doesn't change anything.