Don't we teach our women to view all men according to the actions of a few?

— Tamora Pierce

Do you know, sire, I think that if we live to tell our grandchildren about this war, they will accuse us of making it up.' -Marielle

— Tamora Pierce

Excuse me," she said politely. "But you can't have him. Not yet. He's going to come back with me.

— Tamora Pierce

Face it," Gary told her kindly. "You'll never catch up. You just do as much as you can and take the punishments without saying anything. Sometimes I wonder if that isn't what they're really trying to teach us--to take plenty and keep our mouths shut.

— Tamora Pierce

Fear is a good thing. It means you're paying attention.

— Tamora Pierce

Feelings, she learned, were hard to fight. She treasured his smiles and compliments and tried not to dwell on the fact that he gave these things to his friend Key. His dreamy-eyed gazes, poems, and fits of passionate melancholy were for Line. It was hard not to resent the older girl.

— Tamora Pierce

Frost pine made a face. Lifting the cup, he dumped its contents down his throat. “Aught!” he yelled, his voice stronger than it had been since his return from the harbor. "Are you trying to kill me, woman?"" If I mean to kill someone, I do it," Rose thorn told him. "I don't try.

— Tamora Pierce

George looked at her for a long moment. Finally, he replied, "And why do you find it so hard to think someone might like you and want to do things for you?

— Tamora Pierce

Gran, for the gods' love, it's talk like yours that starts riots!" I said keeping my voice down. "Will you just put a stopper in it?" She looked at me and sighed. "Girl, do you ever take a breath and wonder if folk don't put out bait for you? To see if you'll bite? You'll never get a man if you don't relax." My dear old Gran. It's a wonder her children aren't every one of them as mad as priests, if she mangles their wits as she mangles mine." Granny, "I told her, "this is dead serious. I can't relax, no more than any Dog. I'm not shopping for a man. That's the last thing I need.

— Tamora Pierce

Her free hand was clenched in a fist. I held still, waiting for her to say something, to tell me she should have never left me here, where her friends might look to me for help.Finally, she looked at me. Her eyes were hard, but she'd let no tears fall. "This is where we blame those who are responsible, Cooper, she told me, her voice very soft. "The commoners, and the bought Dogs at Tradesmen's kennel. We'll leave an offering for him with the Black God when all this is done, and we'll occupy ourselves with tearing these commoners apart. All right? We put grief aside for now.

— Tamora Pierce