Moira Quotes

Yer in my blood, Saba, he says. Yer in my head. Yer in my breath, yer in my bones...gawd help me, yer everywhere. You have bin since the first moment I set eyes on you.

Ever heard of the rule of three? he shouts as we run. No! If you save somebody's life three times, their life belongs to you. You saved my life today, that makes once. Save it twice more an I'm all yers.

Marry me, he says. I got all my own teeth, I wash twice a year an I'll cut you in fer half the business here.

All the time I’ve knowed you, Jack, you kept the door to that heart of yers locked up tight an the key hid away. Looks like she found it. He says nothing. Molly waits. Then: Keys ain’t her style, he says. She kicked the door down.

I never knew that missin somebody could hurt, I says. But it does. Deep inside. Like it's in my bones. We ain't never bin apart till now. Never. I dunno how to be without him. It's like... I ain't nuthin.

There can be beauty anywhere. Even here. An if it ain't there, you can make it yerself.

Wisdom ain't a virtue I ever aspired to.

I'm sorry, I says. Fer what? he says. Fer always bein ... you know ... so- Ungrateful? he says. Yeah, I says. Ornery? I guess so. Rude? Pig-headed? Violent? I ain't violent! Oh yes, you are. Very. But I like that in a woman. I laugh. Yer crazy, I says. I was fine till I met you, he says.

I ain't never seen a creature like that before, she says. He's so smart, he's- More, like a person than a bird? I says. Yeah, she says. That's it. Whatever you do, I says, don't tell him that. I'll never hear the end of it.

Lugh shines like the sun. That must of made it easy fer them to find him. All they had to do was follow his light.

Like what you see,Angel? he says. You ain't my type

Saba! I'm afeared! cries Emmi. If you are, you ain't no sister of mine! I shout. Come at me agin! I ain't afeared of nuthin! She yells. That's more like it.

Jack grins. Anyways, Saba likes to look at my bare chest. Lugh looks at me. Frowns. Is that a fact? he says. I feel myself go bright red. It is not a fact, I says. You stinker, Jack.

Lugh goes first always first an I follow on behind. An that's fine. That's right. That's how it's meant to be.

Don't give in to fear. Be strong, like i know you are. An never give up, d'you unnerstand, never. No matter what happens. I stare at him. I won't, I says. I ain't no quitter, Pa. That's my girl.

Did you know, he says, every time you make somethin, any time you make anythin, a little bit of yer spirit goes into it?

Don’t you dare walk away from this, Jack, don’t you dare, Molly says fiercely. Most people don’t ever feel what yer feeling. Be with her. An if it lasts one hour, one night, a week a month, it don’t matter. Be with her, burn with her, shine with her… fer whatever time’s given to you.

Yer timin stinks, he says.

Move fast, travel light, an never tell 'em your real name.

Love makes you weak. Carin fer somebody that much means you can't think straight.

You got three seconds, he says, then they're comin down. He starts to count. One... two... I turn and run. I can still hear him laughin when I'm halfways back to camp.

Jack nudges our pile of clothes with his foot. Grins. Well, ain't this an innerestin sitchation? he says. Two girls naked in the water an me with all their clothes.

Since you couldn't be bothered to give me your name, I'll just tell Moira that an extra from the porno version of Something Wicked This Way Comes was looking for her.

It towers above us, dark an jagged an dangerous. Behind it, more mountains stretch as far's the eye can see. Is this th'only way to Freedom Fields? I says. No, says Jack. I brought you this way because I thought you'd enjoy the scenery.

It's dangerous to let your enemy see weakness. Weakness can git you killed.

You can't help what you feel, Moira said once, but you can help how you behave.

We're on our own. An I feel calm. It seems crazy . . . but I'm calm. Because now I see what I gotta do. An what I ain't gotta do, which is waste time thinkin that anybody's gonna help us. That somebody's gonna come along an rescue us. I cain't count on nobody but me.

He turns around, all impatient. Now what? I wanna say something to you. I wanna say . . . I dunno . . . more. I could bust apart with all I'm feelin inside of me right now. What with fightin off the hellwurms an gittin my shoulder tore open, an how I felt when I woke up an seen you an, now, here I am, being so close to findin Lugh an I dunno what's gonna happen an-- Jack's lookin at me, frowning. What's the matter with you, Saba? he says. I grab his face an kiss him on the lips.

I grab his face an' kiss him on the lips. Then I step back. We stare at each other. All the air gits sucked outta the tunnel. The heartstone burns into my skin. The blood pounds in my ears. Yer timin stinks, he says.

What happens to you changes you. Fer good or ill, yer changed ferever. There ain't no goin back. No matter how many tears you cry.

We like to think we’re in charge of our own lives, but we ain’t.

I didn't do anything wrong. I swear.' He grunted. 'Like I've never heard that before. Funny, but I expected a little more originality from Moira's daughter.' 'Yeah, well, the dog ate my notebook with all my good excuses.

I think of what we might say. Him to me. Me to him. I ain’t no soft girl. I don’t know no soft words. Be with me, Jack. That’s what I’ll say. Burn with me. Shine with me.

Be with me, Jack, I says. Burn with me. Shine with me. I'll stay till moonpath fades, he says.

Be careful, Angel, he says. When you stare at a man like that, he’s likely to git any number of number of … innerestin ideas.

Ike! Jack yells, pointin at the villains at the table. Look! He's takin seconds! Oh no, he ain't!

The two hardest things to say in life are hello for the first time and goodbye for the last.

Moira was like an elevator with open sides. She made us dizzy.

Whatever it is, I sure didn’t go lookin fer it. You don’t hafta, she says. If it’s meant to be, it’ll find you. We like to think we’re in charge of our own lives, but we ain’t. Not really.

What does it look like I'm doin? If yer the shy type. I'd advise you to turn around. Oh! I turn ny back on him quick.

Before I know what he's up to, he grabs my hand. Hey! I try to pull it away but he holds it even tighter. Saba, he says, I dunno what happy star sent you lookin fer me but I'm mighty thankful it did. If you hadn't of turned up, I'd be dead by now.

Fer in our dreams we find ourselves. Who we were. Who we are. Who we can become. Sleep. Dream.

Francis Crozier believes in nothing. Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. It has no plan, no point, no hidden mysteries that make up for the oh-so-obvious miseries and banalities. Nothing he has learned in the past six months has persuaded him otherwise. Has it?

Pretty dark in there, says Ash. Did you git lost? I feel a hot flush crawl up my neck. Lucky for me, Hermes trots over an I busy myself strokin his neck. It uh . . . took us longer than we thought to put out the fire, says Jack.

You couldn't find nobody more pig-headed if you tried, he says. An she's always thinkin she knows best, even when she don't, especially when she don't. She's prickly and stubborn an everythin you'd put at the bottom of a list if you was makin a... a list of that kind. Which I aint. I didn't. But? says Molly. But ohmigawd Molly, she shines so bright, he says. The fire of life burns so strong in her. I never realized till I met her... I bin cold my whole life, Moll. I know, she says softly. It's jest that... aw, hell. She thinks I'm a better man than I really am. Well, yer a better man than you think you are.

That was… I don’t even know what that was.” Derek’s voice was nothing more than a rasping whisper. “That was making love, dirty style.

We ain't got time fer you to yell at me or fer me to tell you everythin that's happened, so I'm jest gonna cover the main points real quick an then I'm gonna kiss you, he says.

How could she resist them eyes? She tries, says Jack. Man, did she try.

Until next time, DeMalo says softly.

My heart breaks. I hear it break. I feel it.

Bloody Jack. What is it with him? What is it about him that he seems to charm everybody an everythin that crosses his path? Ash an pretty well every other Free Hawk, my sister an now my damn crow. I swear, if there was a rock in his path that he couldn’t be bothered steppin over, all he’d hafta do was give it one look an it’d roll outta the way.

he’s seen enough to know that you can’t kill all the badness in the world. You cut it down in front of you only to find that it's standing right behind you.

You got no idea, do you? You got no idea how beautiful you are.

Pa? You never said. What'm I gonna be? Good or bad? He kisses the top of my head. Whispers in my ear, so's only him and me can hear. You, my darlin daughter, are gonna be somethin else entirely.

You can trust me, he says. You would say that. How do I know you ain’t lyin? You don’t. But I ain’t.

Slim throws me a startled look. I aim my bolt shooter at him. Who am I, you sonofabitch? Helluva time for a identity crisis, he says.

The Free Hawks is fighters, I says. Warriors, she says, like you. An occasional highway robbers.

Friends don't owe ... Friends don't repay.

You don’t fool me, he says in a low voice. Is that right? Yea, he says. I see it in yer eyes. All you care about’s yer precious brother. That aint true, I says. If it’d been Emmi they took, he says, Emmi an not Lugh…would you of gone after her? I take in a breath to say of course I would but the look on his face stops me. there ain’t no point in lyin when he already knows the truth. He leaves go of me an steps back. I thought so, he says. Yer sister’ll be safer with me than she could ever be with you. You jest ride along on yer high horse an leave her to me.

Jack lifts his mug. Me an Ike do the same. To Molly Pratt, says Jack. Ike scowls at him. Watch yer mouth, he says. Jeez, Ike, says Jack. All I’m sayin is … to Molly Pratt. Ike looks sly. Leans in an waggles his eyebrows. To Molly Pratt, he says, an her frilly red bloomers. One helluva woman, says Jack. One helluva pair of undies, says Ike. Then they throw their drinks down their necks.

Love makes you weak. Carin fer somebody that much means you cain't think straight. Look at Pa. Who'd wanna end up like him? I ain't never gonna love nobody. It's better that way.

I drop back a bit. I listen while they chatter on an Lugh makes us laugh. He always does. We're together agin. Lugh goes first, always first, an I follow on behind. An that's fine. That's right. That's how it's meant to be. Lugh turns around. Smiles. Hey, he says, what're you doin back there? I ain't got a clue where we're goin. Git on up here an lead the way. So I do.

How did you find me? The heartstone? he says. I look into his eyes. His silver moonlight eyes. The still calmwater heart of him. I don’t need no stone to find you. I’d find you anywhere, I says.

They call me the Angel of Death. That’s because I ain’t never lost a fight.

You are trying to lure us into revealing information you're not entitled to? With chocolate and wine? Are you amateurs?

Alpha bitches are all the same underneath. Don't know how to give an inch even if their damn fool lives depend on it.

În noaptea ceea nu ne-am iubit. Dimineața nu a fost frumoasă. Moira nu a vrut să vadă macii. Șoferul nu a adormit. Accidentul nu s-a produs. Picioarele nu s-au frânt. Sângele a rămas nescurs în tâmplă. Dragostea nu s-a pierdut. Drogurile nu m-au găsit. Vara în care mama a avut ochii verzi nu s-a terminat niciodată.

We don't choose the times we're born in, he says. That's the business of the stars. The only choice we got is what we do while we're here. To make it mean somethin.

The lies that lurk in the shadows of truth.

No, I says, He stole it agin. He's a thief an a menace an I'm gonna trade him in fer a umberella.

Sometimes I was so funny I couldn’t stand myself.

I know it's selfish of me to even think of sayin this. You deserve a guy who'll... pluck the stars from the sky and lay 'em at yer feet. I'm the kinda guy who'd step on 'em on my way out the door. I ain't got nuthin to offer you. He takes my hands in his. I jest want you to know that... How I feel about you ain't changed. No. That ain't true. It has changed. It's grown stronger. He touches my face. You run deep in me Saba.

She leans over an says things that make him throw his head back an laugh like he never heard nuthin so funny in his life. It's sick-makin. Or it would be, if I cared. Which I don't. Liar, whispers the voice inside my head. Liar, liar, liar.

Like what you see, Angel? He says I step to the fence. Hook my hands into the links, next to his. I lean in close. He's got tiny white lines around his eyes from squintin. Or maybe smilin. He smells of warm dust an sage. You ain't my type, I says

You get irritated when I say I'm not angry and you get irritated when I say I am angry. I can't win." "Because you just saying whatever you think will shut me up," he accused me. "Aye, but it's not working." "Argh!" was his response, and he charged on down the street.

I’m a fever in your blood now, Saba. As you are in mine.

Life ain't black an white. People ain't neether. Family, friends, lovers. It's all a lot more complicated. The longer I live, the more I see, the less I know fer sure. Especially when it comes to matters of the heart. So dry yer tears. Whoever he is, he won't be cryin over you. Men never do. That's the one thing I do know fer sure. Now, muck up them boots a bit.

I'm gonna hafta kiss you, Jack, I says. I wish you would, he says.

Whatever’s broke, he says, I can fix it. I’ll fix it all. I promise.

You look at me with them eyes of yers, an I look at yer lips... an all I can think about is what it'ud be like to kiss you.

No, you need to listen, she says. This ain’t Silverlake, an you ain’t the daddy. Out here in the real world, the person who knows what they’re doin is the daddy an right now, that’s me. So. Do like daddy says an shift that tasty butt of yers. Unless, of course, you want it shot off.

There was alliteration happening all over the place in that sentence.

The night starts to drift in. The crimson fingers of the dyin sun bleed into gray. The first stars blink down at us. Not long to wait now.

Victory is sweet, but sweeter when your opponent is butt-ass naked in defeat.

Don’t worry, says Ike, I didn’t do yer pretty face no harm. I should of though. After what you done to me. He glares at Jack an Jack actually looks shame-faced. Ike jabs him in the chest with a big meaty finger. You left me, you sonofabitch, he says, hangin upside down, stark naked, with all them women in their— Jack grabs his hand. Not now, Ike, he says. We’ll talk about it later.

Ask yourself, Eugenides: why that orange tree? Why that tamarisk bush? She had promised you your heart’s desire while a child of hers was alone in the world and unhappy. See, Eugenides,” Moira said, holding out a finger from each of her hands and interlinking them. “Only two threads brought together, two threads that touched,” she reassured him. “Nothing more than that. And everything else left up to you.

Andrew Callaghan, put that girl down before you hurt her. No one’s going to touch her, but if you’re not going to take care of her, you can’t have her.

What’s your name?’ he asked. ‘Wendy Moira Angela Darling,’ she replied with some satisfaction. ‘What is your name?’ ‘Peter Pan.’ She was already sure that he must be Peter, but it did seem a comparatively short name. ‘Is that all?’ ‘Yes,’ he said rather sharply. He felt for the first time that it was a shortish name. ‘I’m so sorry,’ said Wendy Moira Angela. ‘It doesn’t matter,’ Peter gulped. She asked where he lived. ‘Second to the right,’ said Peter, ‘and then straight on till morning.’ ‘What a funny address!’ Peter had a sinking feeling. For the first time he felt that perhaps it was a funny address. “A moment after the fairy’s entrance the window was blow open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in.

I stare at his chest. I can't seem to make my eyes move away. When I seen him without his shirt before, back at Hopetown, all I noticed was the scars. But now all I can see is how lean an strong he is. With wide shoulders an arms roped with muscle. He ain't got no hair on his chest, not like Pa an Lugh. My fingers itch to touch it. Find out if his skin feels as smooth as it looks.

I close my eyes. My bones sob. Throb. I'm so weary with tryin to hold myself together. Tryin to hold back the darkness.

I laugh. Yer crazy, I says. I was fine till I met you, he says.

I’m one hell of a public speaker, baby. I’m going to let them see the pain, but if you turn around and start treating me like some damaged little victim, I will murder you. In your sleep.

The power of a red dress.

We're bein cut asunder, Lugh an me. Bit By bit. An it makes me think. It makes me wonder. Is this how he feels when he sees me with Jack? Do I look at Jack the way Lugh looks at Maev? Helpess. Throat bared. Hopeless.

If you seen me an' Lugh together, you'd never think we was the same blood. Never think we grew together in the same womb. He's got gold hair. I got black. Blue eyes. Brown eyes. Strong. Scrawny. Beautiful. Ugly. He's my light. I'm his shadow. Lugh shines like the sun. That must of made it easy fer them to find him. All they had to do was follow his light.

Oh, don't sit there blushin, he says, git on with it. Life's too short. Take her off in the bushes, my friend, an make her yer own. If you don't, somebody else will. Hell, I might jest make a play fer her myself. That 'ud put a rocket in yer pocket. Ha ha! How's about it, Red? You an me?

Fleas plague you, she says. Swamp skitters can kill you, an a little thorn- so small you hardly notice- it can work it's way unner the skin an bit after bit, yyer hand's infected. Maybe you loose a couple fingers, maybe the whole hand. Maybe yer blood goes bad an you die. Tiny things can cause plenty of trouble.

I turn to Slim. Do I smell? I says. He throws me a startled look. Uh - Ohmigawd, I do. I smell bad. How bad? Go on, you can tell me. Well, he says, you don't smell as bad as some. But you don't smell as good as some neether. I knew it, I says. What'm I gonna do? Yer askin me fer advice? He shakes his head as he says, I'd remind you that I'm wearin a lady dress with no unders.

Lugh got born first. On Midwinter Day when the sun hangs low in the sky. Then me. Two hours later. That pretty much says it all. Lugh goes first, always first, an I follow on Behind. An that's fine. That's right. That's how it's meant to be. Because everthin'set. It's all fixed. The lives of everybody who's bin born. The lives of everybody still waitin'to be born. It was all set in the stars the moment the world began. The time of yer birthin, the time of yer death. Even what kinda person yer gonna be, good or bad. If you know how to read the stars, you can read the story of peoples'lives. The story of yer own life. What's gone, what's now an what's still to come. Back when Pa was a boy, he met up with a traveler, a man who knew many things. He learned Pa to read the stars. Panever says what he sees in the night sky but you can see it lays heavy on him. Because you cain't change what's written. Even if Pa was to say what he knew, even if he was to warn you, it would still come to pass. I see the way he looks at Lugh sometimes. The way he looks at me. An I wish he'd tell us what he knows. I believe Pa wishes he'd never met that traveler. If you seen me an Lugh togather, you'd never think we was the same blood. Never think we grew togather in the same womb. He's got gold hair. I got black. Blue eyes. Brown eyes. Strong. Scranwy. Beautiful. Ugly. He's my light. I'm his shadow. Lugh shines like the sun. That must of made it east fer them to find him. All they had to do was follow his light.

I gasp. All around me, the dead are risin. Another leg bone bobs to the muddy surface. Then a skull. A arm bone. They swing lazily. The current grabs 'em an carries 'em away. Wreckers must of used the dry riverbed as a mass grave an now the heavy rain's churnin it all up. I snatch my hands from the water, hold my arms high, outta the way. Slowly I turn in a circle, blinkin the rain away from my eyes. Ohmigawd, I says. Ohmigawd ohmigawd ohmigawd. The river's alive with dead men's bones. It's thick with 'em. My breath's comin shallow an fast. I feel somethin touch me. I make myself look down. A skellenton's wrapped itself around my chest. The skull grins up at me. I shove it away. But when I pull my hands up agin, the whole top half of the skellenton comes with 'em. I'm stuck in the ribcage. The skull's right in my face. I scream. Shake myself loose. Scramble to git away. Lose my footin. I fall. I go unner. An the current sweeps me away.