Strange The Dreamer Quotes

“I think you’re a fairy tale. I think you’re magical, and brave, and exquisite. And I hope you'll let me be in your story.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“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, Strange the Dreamer

“Good little girls don't stab their nurses and drag toddlers over their corpses in order to save their lives. Good little girls don't kill. They die.
And Minya was not a good little girl.”
― Laini Taylor, Muse of Nightmares

“There was a word from a myth: sathaz . It was the desire to possess that which can never be yours. It meant senseless, hopeless yearning, the way a gutter child might dream of being king, and it came from the tale of the man who loved the moon.”
― Laini Taylor, Muse of Nightmares

“You needn't trouble yourself. He's only a librarian.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“There is unique pleasure in introducing the bizarre and inconceivable to others.”
― Laini Taylor, Muse of Nightmares

“-Dream up something wild and improbable. Something beautiful and full of monsters.

-Beautiful and full of monsters?

-All the best stories are.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“Her voice would die before she ran out of rage. She could scream a hole in her throat and come unraveled, fall to pieces like moth-chewed silk, and still, from the leftover shreds of her, the little pile of tatters, would pour forth this unending scream.”
― Laini Taylor, Muse of Nightmares

“When all else fails: explosions.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“He moved through his mind with the assuredness of an explorer and the grace of a poet.”
― Laini Taylor, Muse of Nightmares

“His shadow splayed out huge before him, and his mind gleamed with ancient wars and winged beings, a mountain of melted demon bones and the city on the far side of it--a city that had vanished in the mists of time.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“Lazlo had loved Sarai as a dream, and he would love her as a ghost as well.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“Staring at herself in the mirror, she found that she'd lost the ability to see herself through her own eyes. She was only what humans would see. Not a girl or a woman or someone in between. They wouldn't see her loneliness or fear or courage, let alone her humanity. They would see only obscenity. Calamity.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“He drifted about with his head full of myths, always at least half lost in some otherland of story. Demons and wingsmiths, seraphim and spirits, he loved it all. He believed in magic, like a child, and in ghosts, like a peasant. His nose was broken by a falling volume of fairy tales on his fist day on the job, and that they said, told you everything you needed to know about Lazlo Strange: head in the clouds, world of his own, fairy tales and fancy.”
― Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer

“Unkind,” said Ruza, wounded. His face crumpled. He pretended to weep. “I am fearsome,” he insisted. “I am.”

“There, there,” Lazlo consoled. “You’re a very fierce warrior. Don’t cry. You’re terrifying.”

“Really?” asked Ruza in a pitiful little hopeful voice. “You’re not just saying that?”
― Laini Taylor