Lisa Mantchev Quotes

I am more than a pretty little windup doll.

Ariel contributed nothing to the speculation, instead crossing his arms one over the other. The action recalled his butterfly familiars from the skies, and they flocked to him with eager wing beats.
"Bats!" Moth flailed at the air. "Vampire bats!"
"Don't be ridiculous," Peaseblossom said with a sniff. "Vampire bats don't sparkle.

One o' these days, lass, I'm goin' t' still that mouth o' yers. - Nate

The Farthing women tend to leave the party without notice.

Life is short, so I'm going to have dessert whenever possible.

Ariel spoke Tybalt's line: "'Have at thee, coward!'"
"Save yer breath for a pretty death rattle.

They say there's a certain point where your rage plateaus and you can't get any angrier instead everything inside goes cold that you feel very very calm.

I know I'm supposed to be the new Mistress of Revels! But that doesn't mean I have pockets full of muffins!

Words are like the delicate stitches in the dress you wear, holding the fabric of the garmet together. Without them, the dress and the world are nothing but barren cloth

The illusion of freedom is just another sort of prison-

Say ye love me.Even if its not true, let me keep th' words.
-Nate to Bertie
Tell me you love me, at least as much as you love him.
-Ariel to Bertie

Go t'hell, ye sea-spangled bitch' - Nate

You're missing the point! ... We could make it rain cupcakes from the sky! Raspberry-jam pies would grow on trees, and chocolate rabbits would poop chocolate buttons!

The moment you tire of my company, we'll part ways.

Never mistake complacence for the illusion of control. She is like wildfire, at once utterly beguiling and wholly untameable.

Violet had approximately four hundred and seventy-three frowns in her repertoire, which ranged from "The Biscuits Went Flat" to "You're Being Dreadfully Annoying." Just now, still peeved with my brother, she wore "Don't You Use That Tone of Voice on Me.

Ariel laughed and now her goose bumps had goose bumps.

What's past is prologue, and the world awaits.

Won't SOMEONE think of the PUDDING?

I have flown and fallen, and I have swum deep and drowned, but there should be more to love than I survived it.

This has been such a Monday! I wish I stayed in bed, and I wish that yesterday had never happened.

Death wears a ball gown.

She's under duress," Peaseblossom said.
"I don't care if she's under duress, over it, or alongside it," Moth said. "Nothing in this world supersedes cake.

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And you can call me Bertie. Unexpected use of Beatrice makes me think I'm in trouble.

A blind man could see that man would die for you, but that doesn't mean you won't die alongside him.

A cupcake temple?' Her chest still tight with anxiety, Bertie forced herself to imagine it: bricks of pound cake mortared with buttercream and chocolate ganache, torches like striped birthday candles set into the walls, pilgrims upon the Path of Delectable Righteousness delivering daily tributes of almond paste and raspberry filling ...

You're a little tall to play Ariel." said Moth.
"And you have way too many muscles," said Mustardseed.
"But you might be able to pull it off," Cobweb said, "if you can look really constipated.

Are you chasing a wandering star? A dream? A woman? An idea?

How can she create with all your negative energy?"
"Yeah, man. You're bringing us down."
"This is about as low as it gets," Ariel said. "Where did you get those ridiculous black berets?"
Moth adjusted his recently donned beatnik attire. "This is what the hip cats wear , daddy-o."
"Can you dig it?" Cobweb stroked a few wisps of fake chin hair, while the others nodded and snapped their fingers.

There is a Beatrice who exists beyond the obligations of a daughter, outside the object of man's affections.

Perchance to dream
"What are you doing here, Ariel? I would have thought you'd be halfway to Timbuktu."
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Maybe I didn't try as hard as I ought when he started calling you
names. Serves him right, the nasty old turd. Punch him again, Moth - Peaseblossom

What a diva!"
"Stupid, men can't be divas ... "
"Divo, then."
"That just sounds weird. Call him a jerk and be done with it.

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A whirlwind tour, I think, with each day starting in a different city, you wearing a different silk dress, tasting food the likes of which you cannot even imagine and learning how to weave your word-spells in all the world's languages.

If biscuits were stories, I'd bake a pan of piping hot fables right this second. (Bertie)

If you wanted to play with fire, milady, you could have simply asked me for a kiss or three.

The collar had restrained his winds but not killed them. They uncoiled from behind the shadows, ready to surround her, to lift her up, to carry her away with only Ariel's silk-clad arms wrapped about her to keep her from falling.
Spirare, they whispered to her like an incantation. Breathe us in.
Bertie didn't mean to, but she inhaled, and everything inside her was a spring morning, a rose opening its petals to the sun, the light coming through the wavering glass of an old, diamond-paned window.
Tendrils of wind reached for Bertie with a coaxing hand. Release him, and he will love you.

His tiny, naked butt disappeared into the stream as he cried, "Wheeeee! Balls out!"
I think that's a rugby reference," Bertie said. "But don't quote me on that.

The only reason I'm friends with any of you is because I outgrew the von Trapps, one annoying Austrian at a time.

About the time he threatened her nose with his finger, Peaseblossom lost her grip on the situation with the boys. The door crashed open, and three irate fairies launched themselves at the Stage Manager. Cobweb and Moth pelted him with sequins while Mustardseed rammed beads into his ears.
"Dance!" they commanded, and dance he did, hopping with impotent anger and pain from one foot to the other as he batted his meaty hands at them.

Apologize at once, or feel the wrath of my toothpick!

Ding! Ding! Ding! I tapped the brass bell in rapid succession until Violet bustled in from the back room, wearing the blue-and-white pinafore that was the SugarWerks's uniform and a frown that was not. The same age as Nic and I, Violet wore her amethyst hair spiked and a brass gearring stud on the left side of her nose. On one set of knuckles, BAKE was tattooed in elaborate black calligraphy; CAKE was on the other. Today she had an aquamarine bow pinned to the top of her head, a silver cupcake and crossbones marking the spot between the two loops of ribbon.

I may hold ye at arm's length ... But I want ye t' be mine an' mine alone. - Nate to Bertie, as they danced.

Grimthorpe's Custom Velocipedes,

Could we wear spandex and blow things up?

And now, the bane of your existence, the killer of all joys, the Stage Manager-

What color is pandemonium? It sounds yellow.

This is a theater," Bertie, annoyed by the inquisition, dropped him onto stage. Several feet of slack cable landed atop the fairy in a slithering heap.
"Oh!" Peaseblossom said. "You've buried him alive!