Lisa Mantchev Quotes & Sayings

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

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. — Lisa Mantchev

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

Death wears a ball gown. — Lisa Mantchev

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. — Lisa Mantchev

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. — Lisa Mantchev

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. — Lisa Mantchev

It might well kill me one of these days, but so might other less pleasant things. — Lisa Mantchev

Grimthorpe's Custom Velocipedes, — Lisa Mantchev

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 — Lisa Mantchev

Go t'hell, ye sea-spangled bitch' - Nate — Lisa Mantchev

The water and the wind will wear the wood down, until only water and wind remain. — Lisa Mantchev

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

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

I always walked the ragged edge. — Lisa Mantchev

My dearest Miss Farthing, will you do me the unutterable honor of wearing this cheap bit of metal that will most likely turn your finger green, pretending to love and honor me as your husband for the purposes of subterfuge and stratagem? — Lisa Mantchev

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

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

Seek out the company of those who will never ask you to jump," the earth advised.
Bertie remembered the rush of feathers as she soared above the audience. "I can catch myself."
"Of those whose love will never fill your lungs with water-" the earth argued.
"But it did not kill me."
"there should be more to love," said the earth, "than 'it did not kill me.' More than 'I survived it. — Lisa Mantchev

The Brigands charged in with their weapons drawn.
"Who are you?" Young Bertie asked.
"We're the bad guys!" their leader announced.
"What are you going to do?"
"Plunder and pillage!" one of them yelled.
The others immediately shoved him. "Not in front of the kid, Ralph! Fer cryin' out loud ... "
"Oh, yeah. Sorry! We're here to take your candy! — Lisa Mantchev

Penny, my darling," he mumbled, "I hoped that someday I would wake to find you by my side. I just didn't think it would be because you tried to kill me. — Lisa Mantchev

Our unguarded reactions are the most honest ones. — Lisa Mantchev

When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, mind half gone ... Never shall I cut from memory my sweet love's beauty. — Lisa Mantchev

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. — Lisa Mantchev

Ariel laughed and now her goose bumps had goose bumps. — Lisa Mantchev

Bertie opened the vial and drank the traded words down, tasting sour cherry syrup over shaved ice, bitter lemon peel, and spices that recalled a nameless sorrow. — Lisa Mantchev

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

Could we wear spandex and blow things up? — Lisa Mantchev

Ariel looked at her then, instead of the sky, instead of the horizon that surely beckoned to him. "Out of a thousand different winds, I think I can resist nine hundred and ninety-nine of them.
Now she was the one unable to swallow. "And the last one?"
"That one wrenches the beating heart from my chest, the blood from my veins, the marrow from my bones." Grasping her hand, he brought it up to his face and rubbed it against his cheek. Pain radiated from his pale skin, from his eyes, from his lips when they grazed her knuckles. "You've two birds to do your bidding, my fair huntress, but I want you to choose me, to love me above all others, to make the pain in my soul worthwhile ... or I would be free of you. — Lisa Mantchev

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves. — Lisa Mantchev

No," Bertie said, "something tragic. The most famous of all the Shakespearean tragedies-"
Mustardseed jumped up and down. "Your hair!"
"Shakespearean tragedy, Mustardseed. — Lisa Mantchev

Bertie, the boys are trying to eat my boyfriend!' - Peaseblossom — Lisa Mantchev

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

He dodged remarkably fast for a melancholy introvert. — Lisa Mantchev

PEASEBLOSSOM
A gloaming peace this evening with it brings
In the countryside where we lay our scene
Toad-ballad accompan'd, crickets sing,
and cupcake crumbs make fairy hands unclean.
An indignant Moth squeaked, There were cupcakes?! — Lisa Mantchev

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

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 — Lisa Mantchev

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! — Lisa Mantchev

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! — Lisa Mantchev

Fall in love with me, not the idea of rescuing me. — Lisa Mantchev

I can't see where I'm going if I only look where I've been, my good man! — Lisa Mantchev

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. — Lisa Mantchev

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. — Lisa Mantchev

There was no slipper, nor spinning wheel, nor true love's first kiss. This was not a fairy tale with a happily ever after. — Lisa Mantchev

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

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 — Lisa Mantchev

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

The fairies put on their thinking caps, which were red and pointy. — Lisa Mantchev

Maybe I got sick of accusations, sick of being Polonius's daughter, and Laertes's sister, and Hamlet's girlfriend. Maybe I wanted, for a short while, simply to be myself. — Lisa Mantchev

Mustardseed grinned at Bertie. "I was never any good at geometry, but you're stuck in a love triangle, aren't you?"
"Shut up," she ordered even as Moth asked, "But what if there were four of them?"
"That's a love rectangle, and five people would be a love pentagon."
"And what are six people in love?" Cobweb demanded.
Mustardseed thought it over a moment. "Manslaughter, I suppose. — Lisa Mantchev

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

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

Crazier than a bag full of crazy? — Lisa Mantchev

The Farthing women tend to leave the party without notice. — Lisa Mantchev

To the steampunk community, including artisans like Richard "Doc" Nagy (sadly lost to us) and musicians like Professor Elemental, Steam Powered Giraffe, Vagabond Opera, and Abney Park. You are an endless source of joy and inspiration, — Lisa Mantchev

What color is pandemonium? It sounds yellow. — Lisa Mantchev

We'll find paradise together, whatever form that might take. — Lisa Mantchev

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 ... — Lisa Mantchev

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

You must be mistaking me for someone else with silver hair. — Lisa Mantchev

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

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

He pulled her close. "Someday, I will win your trust, and you will be the one to set me free. I know it."
"I won't." Bertie recoiled from both him and the assertion she would do such a thing. "Not ever."
Ariel made no move to touch her again, though his words were a caress. "Don't make promises you won't be able to keep. — Lisa Mantchev

Peaseblossom-decorous, proper Peaseblossom-dropped her trousers to waggle her naked, pale bottom at the Stage Manager. Bertie laughed involuntarily, choked on her coffee, and nearly died as it came out her nose, but it was worth the searing pain in her nostrils to see the look on the Stage Manager's face. — Lisa Mantchev

Perchance to dream
"What are you doing here, Ariel? I would have thought you'd be halfway to Timbuktu."
- lisa mantchev perchance to dream — Lisa Mantchev

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. — Lisa Mantchev

Won't SOMEONE think of the PUDDING? — Lisa Mantchev

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

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

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. — Lisa Mantchev

You didn't just write the play, Bertie," Peaseblossom said suddenly. "You ordered the Players about, shouted, and threw an artistic hissy fit. Do you know what that makes you?"
"A temperamental fusspot?" Mustardseed guessed.
"Crazier than a bag full of crazy?" Moth said.
"Close," Peaseblossom said. "It makes her a Director. — Lisa Mantchev

Promise you'll stay with me as long as you want to, but not a moment longer. — Lisa Mantchev

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

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. — Lisa Mantchev

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

Her spine was the crease on a piece of paper, her bones no more than diagonal folds on a bit of origami — Lisa Mantchev

And what would you know of escape, precious mad thing that you are? — Lisa Mantchev