Catherine Gilbert Murdock Quotes

I could not help but notice that in this regard the book, inanimate though it was, cared more for my welfare than any human in the castle.

Night soil oozed onto my cloak, and I wondered why all my adventures involved foul odour. Why could I not for once frolic in a meadow of flowers, or escape in a hamper of fresh laundry? No, I must end...

I could not help but wonder, that night and later, why my father would even mention my marrying someone who came from a country that my mother so obviously disliked. I recall wondering that distinctly...

Today exists between yesterday and tomorrow.

I mulled on the tower-bound princess whose lover employed her hair as rope. My own curly locks – one of my better features, I will admit, better being a relative term – hung just past my shoulders, an...

A croaking frog would be nice, particularly a frog that retained Florian’s dark eyes. I should keep it in a box and poke it occasionally with a stick; that would be satisfying indeed.

With time, when I was very old and in my twenties, I might find a man to love, not one forced upon me…