Megan Whalen Turner Quotes

He lies to himself. If Eugenides talked in his sleep, he'd lie then, too.

That was the message. For me, alone among mortals, the gods send their messenger to tell me to stop whining. That’ll teach me to go hide in a temple.

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Megan Whalen Turner (born November 21, 1965) is an American writer of fantasy fiction for young adults. She is best known for her novel The Thief and its five sequels. In 1997, The Thief was named a Newbery Honor book.

Least said, soonest mended.

Sophos turned red, and I wondered about the circulation of his blood; maybe his body kept an extra supply of it in his head, ready for blushing.

Ah, said the magus, understanding at once. I see that he means to be prepared if he meets him again.Surely that's unlikely, said Sounis.I don't think unlikely means to him what it does to the rest of...

Sometimes, if you want to change a man's mind, you have to change the mind of the man next to him first.

She was the stone-faced queen, then and ever after. She had needed the mask to rule, and she had been glad to have it. She wondered if Eugenides was glad of his.

Everything I said he agreed with, which was trying, and his flute playing would make the deaf wince, but I think the real problem with Hyacinth was that he reminded me of myself. He read poetry. He fl...

Useless the Elder was looking at me in amusement. Not exactly stalwart, are you? he said.

She reached out and touched the king’s face, cupping his cheek in her hand.Just a nightmare, he said, his voice still rough.The queen’s voice was cool. How embarrassing, she said, looking at his maime...

I lied.

In the afternoon, the king and queen sat to hear the business of their kingdom. At least, the queen sat to hear the business; Costis was still not sure what the king was doing.

The pain was as unexpected as a thunderclap in a clear sky. Eddis's chest tightened, as something closed around her heart. A deep breath might have calmed her, but she couldn't draw one. She wondered...

Where there is no peace, there are no trees.

My gift is that I always know when I’ve made an ass of myself.

Sophos, you sleep with a knife under your pillow? I'm hurt.I'm sorry, said Sounis, afraid that he had made contact with his wild swing.I was joking. Wake up the rest of the way, would you?Gen, it's th...

From shadow queen to puppet queen in one rule, he whispered. That's very impressive. When he rules your country and he tells you he loves you, I hope you believe him.He anticipated her blow and leaned...

We are not philosophers, we are sovereigns. The rules that govern our behavior are not the rules for other men, and our honor, I think, is a different thing entirely, difficult for anyone but the hist...

On the bed, Eugenides stirred restlessly. Upset at the sight of blood? he said. Not my wife, Ornon.Your blood, the ambassador pointed out.Eugenides glanced at the hook on his arm and conceded the poin...

Safety is an illusion, Costis. A Thief might fall at any time, and eventually the day must come when the god will let him. Whether I am on a rafter three stories up or on a staircase three steps up, I...