What’s a horizon?’ Lazlo asked, straight-faced. ‘Is it like the end of an aisle of books?
– Laini Taylor
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- Get out of doors, Strange. Breathe air, see things. A man should have squint lines from looking at the horizon, not just from reading in dim light. – Laini Taylor
- When his wife was at his side, she was also in front of him, marking out the horizon of his life. Now the horizon is empty: the view has changed. – Milan Kundera
- A man’s mind must be continually expanding and shrinking between the whole human horizon and the horizon of an object-glass. – George Eliot
- …but one can’t be irredeemable who shows reverence for books. – Laini Taylor
- Had I faced all the facts It seemed like I had but actually you never know just by remembering how many there were to have faced. – Jane Smiley
- She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion… – JD Robb
- Al: Now, remind me, who’s walking who down the aisle again? – Lindsey Kelk
- I was in the supermarket the other day, and I met a lady in the aisle where they keep the generic brands. Her name was ‘woman. – Steven Wright
- I had this vision of the two of us holding hands or getting into some light petting behind shower curtains or up in the fencing aisle or some shit. – Susan Juby
- There was only present, and it was infinite. The past and the future were just blinders we wore so that infinity wouldn’t drive us mad. – Laini Taylor
- Be a Samurai.Because you just never know what’s behind the freaking sky. – Laini Taylor
- On the occasions that he did look up from the page, he would seem as though he were awakening from a dream. – Laini Taylor
- And just so you know, the invaders are always the bad guys. Always. – Laini Taylor
- It was impossible, of course. But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming. – Laini Taylor
- If you’re afraid of your own dreams, you’re welcome here in mine. – Laini Taylor
- I turned my nightmares into fireflies and caught them in a jar. – Laini Taylor
- Creamy and leggy, with long azure hair and the eyes of a silent-movie star, she moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx. – Laini Taylor
- It is bodies that make us real. What is a soul without eyes to look through or hands to hold? – Laini Taylor
- He read while he walked. He read while he ate. The other librarians suspected he somehow read while he slept, or perhaps didn’t sleep at all. – Laini Taylor
- It was the hate of the used and tormented, who are the children of the used and tormented, and whose own children will be used and tormented. – Laini Taylor
- Life and peace. Victory and vengeance.And never the twain shall meet. – Laini Taylor
- You really think joy is easier to come by than pain? What have you had more of? – Laini Taylor
- She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx. – Laini Taylor
- Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world. – Laini Taylor
- If you can kill it, or it can kill you, it’s real. – Laini Taylor
- He believed in magic, like a child, and in ghosts, like a peasant. – Laini Taylor
- Skathis might have been an artist, but he’d been a vile one. Strange the dreamer was an artist, too, and he was the antidote to vile. – Laini Taylor
- She had inherited a story that was strewn with corpses and clotted with enmity, and was only trying to stay alive in it. – Laini Taylor
- I am a link in a chain – Laini Taylor
- What do you think I live on, rainwater and daydreams? – Laini Taylor
- ..and when he let her go, it was as if she had been filled and didn’t realize it until he pulled away and the absence rushed back in. – Laini Taylor
- Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels. – Laini Taylor
- What was he? Storyteller and secretary and doer of odd jobs, neither Tizerkane nor delegate, just someone along for the dream. – Laini Taylor
- Life doesn’t need magic to be magical.(But a little bit sure doesn’t hurt.) – Laini Taylor
- Perhaps Fate laid out your life for you like a dress on a bed, and you could either wear it or go naked. – Laini Taylor
- It was interesting the way a small hate could grow inside a big hate and take it over. – Laini Taylor
- It was hope, dying unsurprised. – Laini Taylor
- There was darkness, and monsters vast as worlds swam in it. – Laini Taylor
- It was the only lullaby she would ever sing, and it was sung in Hell. – Laini Taylor
- And… a bed. A bed and a blanket to cover them, a blanket that was theirs together. – Laini Taylor