Juliet Blackwell Quotes & Sayings

The cat's not hurting you, Oscar. Get a grip."
"Mistress, make it stop looking at me!"
I pulled up to a stoplight and assessed my posse.
"Cat, stop it. Oscar doesn't want to be your friend." At the sound of my voice, the feline shifted it's gaze to me.
"There," I said to Oscar. "All better."
Keeping its eyes on me, the cat moved with stealthy determination, climbing into Oscar's lap.
"Mistress!"
"Stop it, both of ya'll," I said as the light changed. — Juliet Blackwell

Every once in a while Carlos broke out of restrained cop mode and got poetic. I found it a bit charming and a whole lot disconcerting. — Juliet Blackwell

So I did the honorable thing," he said with a sigh.
His mother laughed and his father barked like a seal, slapping his meaty hand down on the corner.
"It's a good thing you're nice looking, son," his father said, "Because the brains didn't take well in the womb."
"Wh...what?" he sputtered.
"Letting a good woman go isn't honorable. It's plain stupid, is what it is. — Juliet Blackwell

I'm Lily Ivory, and this is my friend Sailor."
"You sail?"
"No. It's my name, not my avocation. — Juliet Blackwell

M'ijita. That is not what it is for. And selfish reasons are almost always the wrong reasons. — Juliet Blackwell

I don't blame you," Genevieve said. "Sunnyvale isn't exactly Paris. — Juliet Blackwell

- a freak. I don't want to be seen as a scary freak anymore. And with that I dropped a freeze-dried bat into the bubbling brew. — Juliet Blackwell

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. — Juliet Blackwell

I gave to get going, anyway," said Sailor. "Just stopped by for a quick kiss, and to ask what time I should arrive for dinner."
"Seven?"
He gave me another long look, smiled slowly, and whispered, "Wild horses, and all that."
He picked up his helmet, gave me another quick kiss, and left.
My gaze lingered on his broad back. I turned to see Bronwyn watching me, a fond, knowing smile on her face. A blush stained my cheeks. — Juliet Blackwell

Not pretty exactly, but gleaming with the loveliness of youth. — Juliet Blackwell

In fact, people who posses not magic at all can instill their home-cooked meals with love and security and health, transforming ingredients and bringing disparate people together as family and friends. There's a reason that when opening one's home to guests, the first thing you do is offer food and drink. Cooking is a kind of everyday magic. — Juliet Blackwell

One reason I was so drawn to clothing was that, like cooking, it was a realm where non-witches experienced a little everyday magic. Put on a different outfit and your whole outlook on life could transform. There is a reason we refer to it as "changing": When you put on an outfit that is perfect for you, you change. The — Juliet Blackwell

If it's not a dead body ... does this have to do with the cape?" asked Oscar.
"Oscar, I thought we agreed we weren't going to mention that to people," I reminded him.
"Sailor's not people."
"Sailor's curious," Sailor said. "What cape? — Juliet Blackwell

Living takes courage. So does dying. — Juliet Blackwell

The gargoyles were worth the climb: Some seemed so real they could easily have been demons turned to stone. One appeared to be biting the head off of some much smaller creature - a tiny man? - clutched in his claws. Another was contemplative, his monkeylike face resting in the palms of his oversized hands, as he observed his domain. Others stuck out their tongues, bared their teeth, made faces. Their expressions were so elastic and whimsical it was hard to believe they were carved of stone. — Juliet Blackwell

Emotional baggage doesn't fit in the overhead compartment. You have to pay extra to check it. — Juliet Blackwell

I work in my pajamas most of the time. No matter what you're wearing, you can sound businesslike on the phone. — Juliet Blackwell

Plants give us clean air and beauty and sustenance, and, perhaps most important, they represent eternal life. Even when they die they rise again. Their vibrations are green and bright. All as it was meant to be. I — Juliet Blackwell

Each layer is marked with the name of a child. First child takes off first layer, and passes it to next child named. Until finally the name on the last layer is the one to receive gift." "That's a — Juliet Blackwell

Who's no longer an infant," Luc said. "Lily and I are ... 'friends' ... as well. As a matter of fact, she and I were trying on corsets together, just last night."
I rolled my eyes.
"You were doing what?" Max demanded.
"It's an ancient bonding ritual," I said, annoyed with both men. What were they, thirteen years old? "Invoked to ward off childish displays of sibling rivalry. Obviously it didn't work."
Bronwyn laughed, and Luc smiled a crooked smile. — Juliet Blackwell

Free's my favorite price. — Juliet Blackwell

Don't be too nice to him," I teased. "He'll never leave. — Juliet Blackwell

Three smiling men the size of Wisconsin were squeezed into the cab. — Juliet Blackwell

Oh. Too bad. Well, all's quiet so far. There was a heckuva lot goin' on last night, though. Think it might be one o' them poultry heists."
"Poultry heist? Someone's stealing chickens?" I asked.
Maya nudged me. "He means poltergeists. — Juliet Blackwell

You know I wouldn't know a Louis Vuitton from a Louis L'Amour — Juliet Blackwell

I was halfway across town when I realized I was heading toward a Wax Museum in a vintage Mustang convertible with a baby, a pig, and a mandragora in tow.
Land sakes. Was it just me, or was I getting weirder all the time? — Juliet Blackwell

You know I never lie ... "
I raised an eyebrow.
" ... about dancing." he amended with a crooked grin. — Juliet Blackwell