Gratitude takes less energy than anger.

— Kristin Cashore

Great! He has indigestion, so let's torture him with cake.

— Kristin Cashore

He held up a finger and went to the hallway, where he tripped over Blotchy, and then over the two monster cats madly pursuing Blotchy. Swearing, he leaned over the landing and called to the guard that unless the kingdom fell to war or his daughter was dying, he better not be interrupted until further notice.

— Kristin Cashore

Held's been trying to impress me with the embroidery on the sheets. One more minute and I thought I might use them to hang myself."" My mother did the embroidery," Bittterblue said. Katsa clapped her mouth shut and glared at Held. "Thank you, Held, for mentioning that detail.

— Kristin Cashore

He leaned heavily on the desk now, as if danger had strengthened him before and its lack now made him weak.

— Kristin Cashore

Her fingers flew, her fiddle was an entire orchestra, and every note beautifully brought into being struck a chord of satisfaction within her. She wondered at the unfamiliar lightness in her chest and realized she was laughing. So great was her focus, it took her a while to register the strange expression that crept to Broker's face as he listened, finger tapping the armrest of his chair. His eyes were fixed behind Fire and to the right, in the direction of Archer's back doorway. Fire comprehended that someone must be standing in Archer's entrance, someone Broker watched with startled eyes. And then everything happened at once. Fire recognized the mind in the doorway; she spun around, fiddle and bow screeching apart; she stared at Prince Brian leaning against the door frame.

— Kristin Cashore

He thinks we're made of money.

— Kristin Cashore

Hidden yourself in a hole and dared to burden no one with your grievous friendship? I will have friends, Katya. I will have a life, even though I carry this burden.

— Kristin Cashore

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.

— Kristin Cashore

How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because one's bed is made of hay, and the other, feathers.

— Kristin Cashore