#mac

Every time I think I’m getting smarter I realize that I’ve just done something stupid. Dad says there are three kinds of people in the world: those who don’t know, and don’t know they don’t know; those who don’t know and do know they don’t know; and those who know and know how much they still don’t know. Heavy stuff, I know. I think I’ve finally graduated from the don’t-knows that don’t know to the don’t-knows that do. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #stupidity

Leo: Rainbows. Very macho. Annabeth: Butch is our best equestrian, he gets along great with the pegasi. Leo: Rainbows, ponies... Butch: I'm gonna toss you off this chariot. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#butch #leo-valdez #machismo #masculinity #lost

Last night you said you wanted to know what to expect so you could better select your attire. I told you we were going to visit a vampire in a Goth-den tonight. Why, then, Ms. Lane, do you look like a perky rainbow? ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#darkfever #mac #night

Avoiding me, Quen downed a swallow of wine. "Trent is a fine young man," he said, watching the remaining wine swirl. "Yes... " I drawled, cautiously. "If you can call a drug lord and outlawed-medicine manufacturer a fine young man. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#quen #rachel-morgan #trent-kalamack #medicine

As you grow ready for it, somewhere or other you will find what is needful for you in a book. ↗

— George MacDonald

#fate #reading #mac

I'm not the hero, Mac. Never have been. Never will be. Let us be perfectly clear: I'm not the antihero, either, so quit waiting to discover my hidden potential. There's nothing to redeem me. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #heroes

People say of me, 'She's peculiar.' They do not understand me. If they did they would say so oftener and with emphasis. ↗

— Mary MacLane

#individuality #mac

Goor or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #mac

When do these three days expire?" "That's what pisses me off. I don't know. He was annoyingly vague." "The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac

When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesn’t even bother trying. Savage Mac wants to invite it to come out and play. I think she’s nuts. Nuts, I tell you. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #lust