Moira Young Quotes

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.

— Moira Young

“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.”

— Moira Young

“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.”

— Moira Young

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

— Moira Young

“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.”

— Moira Young

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.

— Moira Young

Yer timin stinks, he says.

— Moira Young

“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.”

— Moira Young

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

— Moira Young

“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.”

— Moira Young

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.

— Moira Young

“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.”

— Moira Young

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

— Moira Young

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

— Moira Young

“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.”

— Moira Young

“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.”

— Moira Young

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

— Moira Young

“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.”

— Moira Young

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

— Moira Young

“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.”

— Moira Young

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

— Moira Young

“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.”

— Moira Young

“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.”

— Moira Young

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

— Moira Young

“I'm a fever in your blood now, Saba. As you are in mine.”

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

— Moira Young

“The lies that lurk in the shadows of truth.”

— Moira Young

“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?”

— Moira Young

“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.”

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

— Moira Young

“He looked to the sky for answers. I look at what's in front of me, what's around me, what's inside of me.”

— Moira Young

“Why'd you come after me? he says. Back at Hopetown. That cellblock was on fire. You'd hafta be crazy to go in there. But you did. You risked yer life to save mine an you didn't even know me.”

— Moira Young

“I ain't no soft girl. I don't know no soft words.”

— Moira Young

“There's some wounds that run too deep to be seen. They're the most dangerous.”

— Moira Young

“G'bye, Saba, he says.
You sonofabitch, I says.”

— Moira Young

“An when Ike walks through that door- after I finish kissin him to death- I'm gonna tie him to that chair an never let him go, cux life's too gawdamn short an it's about time I start takin my own advice. I might need yer help, of course, but I'm sure you won't mind, seein how-
Molly! Jack grabs her hand. Stop, Molly, please. Dammit Moll. Ike ain't gonna walk through the door.
She goes still. Very still. Her smile fades. Please don't say it, she whispers.
He can't bear to. But he has to. Ike's dead, he says. He's dead, Molly. I'm sorry.”

— Moira Young

“Yer lucky it was me you hijacked.”

— Moira Young

Believe it or not, missy, back in my salad days, I was what we called a gay blade, he says. Had a fine manly figger. I had dash an charm an ... oh, I was devilish handsome, no word of a lie. Females flocked to me, helpless moths to my deadly flame.
There you go, says Em. You jest need to scrub up some.

— Moira Young

Who am I?
What do I believe?
Never lose sight of what I believe in. Never, no matter what happens.
What one person does affects all of us.
We're all bound together. We're all threads in a single garment of destiny.
I make my destiny myself.
By the choices I make.

— Moira Young

“I weep fer the livin. I weep fer the dead. I weep fer the yet to be born.”

— Moira Young

“Well, we all gotta die. You jest gotta hope you die good.”

— Moira Young

“Lugh's decided to stick with bein mad at me. It's like traveling with a storm cloud. One of them that hangs low an heavy. The kind that builds an broods an keeps on buildin an brood in till everybody's got a sick headache.”

— Moira Young

Thing is, he says, in my line of work, you spend a lot of time sittin. A dress lets the breeze up ... cool yer dingles down. There's a lot to be said fer a skirt.

— Moira Young

“Molly an Slim an Mercy perch, uncomfortable, on barrels and whatnot. They're tryin to eat, but without much success.
Emmi's in the grip of giddy excitement. She jigs an hops all around 'em, with her tongue goin clickety clack.
They smile an nod. The fools. They don't know not to give her encouragement. They'll be trapped now till she tires or death takes 'em.”

— Moira Young

“The Sword the burning decieved rising the science fiction the betrayed the spy the souls”

— Moira Young

“How can you make light of it? I says.
What should I do? She says. Cry fer the rest of my life? Molly of the Many Sorrows? ... You got battle scars. This is mine, she says. You know what it tells me? I'm a survivor.”

— Moira Young

It's always bin a bloody world, she says. Only nowadays, some people's blood is better than others.

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His Chosen Ones. What a lie. They're slaves too. You jest cain't see their chains.

— Moira Young

“But tears don't bring back the dead. I learned that.”

— Moira Young

“Love makes you weak.”

— Moira Young