Random Quotes From Awesome Books

After delivering a message and identifying a 'taxi cab', Eponine is declared a 'clever girl' by her father. "A clever girl, that may be. But I tell you I'll never put on these shoes again; I won't do it, for health first, and then for decency's sake. I don't know anything more provoking than soles that squeak that go ghee, ghee, ghee, all along the street. I'd rather go barefoot." -- Eponine, Les Miserables by Victor Hugo

"Po-ta-toes," said Sam. "The Gaffer's delight, and rare good ballast for an empty belly. but you won't find any, so you needn't look. But be good and fetch me the herbs, and I'll think better of you. What's more, if you turn over a new leaf, and keep it turned, I'll cook you some taters one of these days. I will: Fried fish and chips served by S. Gamgee. You couldn't say no to that." -- The Two Towers by JRRTolkien

"'I can see why your father has never told you about Capricorn,' said Dustfinger, looking at Mo. 'If I had chilrden I'd rather tell them about nice people, too.'
"I know the world's not just full of nice people!' Meggie couldn't keep her voice from shaking with anger and more than a touch of fear.
'Oh yes? How do you know that?' There it was again, that mysterious smile, sad and supercilious at the same time. "Have you ever had anything to do with a real villain?'
'I've read about them.'
Dustfinger laughed aloud. 'Yes, of course that almost comes to the same thing!' he said. his mockery hurt like stinging nettles. He bent down to Meggie and looked her in the face. 'All the same, I hope reading about them is as close as you ever get,' he said quietly." -- Inkheart by Cornelia Funke

'(referring to Dustfinger) You couldn't tell from his scarred face whether he was afraid or not, but the scars looked darker than usual.
"What's that for?" he said, when Basta came into the cell and held out his knife. "You might as well put it away. If you kill me you;ll spoil Capricorn's fun. He won't forgive you for that in a hurry."
Yes, he was afraid. Meggie could hear it in his voice. The words were spilling out of his mouth a little too fast.
"WHo said anything about killing?" growled Basta as he closed the cell door behind him.
Dustfinger retreated as far as the stone coffin. "Ah, you were thinking of adding a few more decorations to my face?" he was almost whispering. There was something else in his voice now -- hatred, scorn, rage. "Don't expect it to be so easy this time," he said softly. "I've learned a few useful tricks since then."' -- Inkheart by Cornelia Funke

"Killing isn't easy. You have to practice to do it well."
"Nonsense!" Dustfinger grabbed him by the jacket and held the knife under his chin, the way Basta had pulled his knife on Mo that time in the church. "Any fool can kill. It's easy -- as easy as throwing a book on the fire, breaking down a door, or frightening a child." ...
The knife was barely a finger's breadth from Basta's white shirt, but suddenly Dustfinger plunged his hand in Basta's pants pocket, took out the cell keys, and stepped back.
"No, you're right, I don't know much about killing," he said as he made his way backward out of the cell, "and I'm not about to learn just for you." -- Inkheart

"Fortunately, Monsieur d'Artagnan is in our hands. We shall at once confront you with him."
"By my faith, I ask for nothing better," cried Bonacieux. "I shall not be sorry to see the face of somebody I know."
"Show Monsieur d'Artagnan in," the COmmissioner ordered. The guards admitted Athos.
"Monsieur d'Artagnan," said the Commissioner, "will you please stat what happened between you and Monsieur here?"
"But Monsieur!" Bonacieux objected, "this is not Monsieur d'Artagnan!"
"What? This is not Monsieur d'Artagnan?"
"No, not by any manne rof means."
"Then what is Monsieur's name?"
"I cannot tell you, Monsieur le Commisaire. I do not know the gentleman."
"You do not know him?"
"No, Monsieur."
"You have never seen him?"
"Yes, I have seen him, but I do not know his name."
"Your name, Monsieur," snapped the Commissioner.
"Athos," the musketeer replied.
"That is not a man's name," the wretched interrogator protested, losing his head. "Athos is the name of a mountain!"
"Athos is nevertheless my name."
"But you said your name was D'Artagnan?"
"I said that?"
"Certainly you did!"
"No, Monsieur le Commissaire. Somebody asked me was I Monsieur d'Artagnan; I said: 'Do you really think so?' The guards declared they were positive I was D'Artagnan. Who was I to contradict them? After all, I might have been wrong about my own identity."
"Monsieur, you are insulting the majesty of the law."
"In no wise, Monsieur."
"You are Monsieur d'Artagnan."
"There, you see, once again I hear I am Monsieur d'Artagnan!" -- The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas