M. K. Hobson Quotes

Before the sun went down again, she realized, she would be in New York. The thought sent a nervous thrill through her entire body. Her throat was tight, her heart suddenly racing.

Emily’s chestnut-colored hair was thick and shiny as silk floss—an extraordinary female endowment. But like most female endowments, it was generally more trouble than it was worth.

They say that they're a punishment on godly people for allowing sin to walk the earth unanswered—
"Who is this 'they' you're always referring to?" Stanton glared at Rose, his eyes gleaming with unhidden malice. "Your mongoloid Aunt Kindy? Your drunken Uncle Sal? Or are you talking about the slack-jawed hacks who bang out those dime novels for a bottle of whiskey and the price of a flophouse?"
Rose stared at him, her mouth open in astonishment. But Stanton pressed on, his voice flat and awful.
"Or maybe you're just using the word 'they' as so many pea-brained idiots use it, as a cowardly rhetorical device, an excuse to say the things you really believe without giving anyone the chance to judge you for the narrow-minded, stupid creature you are."

Spread out before the pyramid, as far as the eye could see, stretched a frozen ocean of blackness—stinking oily blackness that bubbled and churned. Voider than void, colder than cold, deader than dead.
It is your world.
It is the world we will make for you.

You know, there’s one thing about you that always astonishes me. The longer you talk, the wronger you get.

She wanted to crawl into his arms and be soothed, and soothe him in return, and forget all the grand ideas she’d ever had about true love, and the necessity for it. Because true love was a load of baloney. Finding a good friend...a good friend who trusted you...was more than enough.

Emily already knew there was going to be hell to pay, and she supposed there was no use allowing it to accrue interest.

“I’ll do everything I can to help, I promise.”
“You always have,” Emily murmured. Except tell me the truth about anything.

Ever mind the Rule of Three...Three times what thou givest returns to thee.

It is a great weakness of credomancers, Miss Edwards. They often believe their own press.
"You're a credomancer, too," Emily said.
"I'm also a woman. Failure, struggle, and doubt are my constant companions. They are not always pleasant, but they inoculate me against overconfidence. As such, I would not trade them for all the arrogant bravado in the world."

I’d ask you to forego the jingoistic claptrap, but it’s terrifyingly obvious you truly believe it.

Zombies are soulless creatures, and being soulless has been empirically proven to result in an unpleasant disposition.