Kristin Cashore quotes
It seems better to me for a child to have these skills and never use them, than not have them and one day need themEducation
When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else?Character Question
Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks and scream if I hear any strange noises.Humor
There will be no yelling at people who are bleeding themselves to unconsciousness.Humor
How absurd it was that in all seven kingdoms, the weakest and most vulnerable of people - girls, women - went unarmed and were taught nothing of fighting, while the strong were trained to the highest reaches of their skill.Women
"But that's how memory works," Bitterblue said quietly. "Things disappear without your permission, then come back again without your permission." And sometimes they came back incomplete and warped.Wisdom Memory
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.Death
All Kristin Cashore quotes ⇑
It seems better to me for a child to have these skills and never use them, than not have them and one day need them 
When a monster stopped behaving like a monster, did it stop being a monster? Did it become something else? 
Perhaps I can stay by the fire and mend your socks and scream if I hear any strange noises. 
There will be no yelling at people who are bleeding themselves to unconsciousness. 
How absurd it was that in all seven kingdoms, the weakest and most vulnerable of people - girls, women - went unarmed and were taught nothing of fighting, while the strong were trained to the highest reaches of their skill. 
Great! He has indigestion, so let's torture him with cake. 
"But that's how memory works," Bitterblue said quietly. "Things disappear without your permission, then come back again without your permission." And sometimes they came back incomplete and warped. 
It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire's fiddle cried out for the dead, and for the living who stay behind to say goodbye.