Straight from the Horse's Mouth: Your Character Quotes

[AurinJade]

This is a place where you can put all of those touching, dramatic, witty, saucy, or otherwise fabultastic character quotes. You know the ones. Whether you spent hours designing the best one-liner ever, or your character was unintentionally hilarious, post your favorite character quotes here.

New and old original character quotes are more than welcome! You can either jump in or give us a little background.

I'll start us off. These are from my 2009 NaNoWriMo that takes place several years after a zombie apocalypse has pretty much wiped humanity off the face of the earth, except for a few stalwart survivors. The quotes come from Gina and Michaela, my two main characters who are living rather comfortably in zombie-infested New York City. These aren't my greatest, but I can't think of a better project to pull from, and they strike my whimsy.

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“You are a crazy person.”

“Psychotic hermit survivalist,” she corrected absently.

“No, no, a survivalist would get in the tank and drive home and take a shower. You’re a psychotic hermit suicidist!”

“Is that even a word?"

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“Unless you have Jedi mind tricks, glaring at it isn’t going to make the spoon do any special tricks.”

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"Somebody’s spam is burning.”

Okay, Go!  

[StrayKit]

between my own character and a character from the show the fanfic is based off of(for anyone who actually cares, it's Bakura from yugioh)

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"Hostel is a bloody sex film, that's all. It's what would happen if Saw and a porno had sex."

He glanced over at her, "Movies have sex now?"

"They have to be doing something when we aren't watching them, right?"

next!  

[Psychotic Maniacal Sanity]

I don't have many cool lines, but I was reading over one of my novels from NaNo 09, and I came across this:

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“What are we going to do if he gets back while we’re here?” Vexa picked his nose worriedly, hanging behind me like a chimpaneze at a terrifying children’s party. I let him hang there gladly, for secretly it made me feel superior to have him looking so worried.

It makes me smile because, well, Vexa was an interesting character to write.

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“How did it go the other day? Did you managed to steal it all?”

This was the question I had wanted to avoid... “Yes. We stole it. Only, due to a bit if a c**k up - assistants, you know - things went tits up in the end.” I frowned, and then rolled my eyes. “But that’s okay. I just need to come up with another plan.”

“Don’t you have one?” Linnda crossed her legs underneath her as she sat on the armchair near the fire, and then shrugged her shoulders. “Bummer.”

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“Oh, Linnda, this is Felicity.” Linnda almost had a heart attack. Her eyes widened as she took in the bright albino red of her giant eyes, the fuzzy yet somehow threatening softness of her fur and the yellowing teeth that served as fangs. I grinned. “Isn’t she lovely? Bit of a mutation, I agree, but she’s just like any other cannibalistic bunny at heart.”

“It’s a she?” Linnda choked.

“Of course. Can’t you tell? She has beautiful eyelashes.”

I feel like I should give that novel another shot. Gotta love superheroes and supervillains fighting over divorce papers...  

[SugarRos]

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She pounded on the door again, harder. “I have to pee!”

“And I have to finish my face, so back off!”

Ayixe felt a growl rising slowly up her throat, and she clenched her fists up tight. “If you don’t get out right now, I’ll have Rynk break the door down!”

“Mom would kill you.”

“I would kill you," their mom agreed, walking past with a load of laundry in her arms.

She watched her mom turn the corner, and wondered if Lixue had told her she and Rynk had shared a bed last night yet, before trying again. “Fine then, I’ll tell Rynk about your big, fat crush on him, how you have his picture under your-”

The door whooshed open and Lixue stood in the doorway, her face blotched an embarrassed, red color, her hair and makeup overdone in a typical teenage fashion. “Shut up.” She said, glancing nervously around. “I do not have a crush.”

“Sure you don’t.” Ayixe replied, sliding past her sister and shutting the door with the press of her thumb.

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“I’m not going to argue with you.” He said.

“You’re not my Captain any more than Lesier is.”

“You’re right, but I’m not going to let you get yourself killed by some mote-hungry pirate just because you want to be a hero.” His face was close to hers. She wanted to bite his nose off.

 

[Arlingtonn]

This is my new favorite thread!

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"There are only two reasons you should ever do anything in life: Because its fun, or to glorify yourself. The servants can do the rest."

 

[AurinJade]

Neuschwanstein - I'm surprised this thread hasn't popped up sooner. It's always been one of my favorites.

Since I'm here I may as well share another quote. This is from an older project of mine, but one of my roommate's personal favorites. It's one of the few I ever finished.

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The first man to notice her cried out in fright, and then again in incredulity. “N-no! You’re dead! You’re dead!”

Sadie looked down at herself skeptically. “You guys suck at murder.”

 

[Sapphirianna]

Not necessarily just a quote. You wouldn't get it otherwise.

The Shadow Prince story

The corners of her lips curled up in a subtle smile. She made an impatient noise.

“Pffh, you waste my time, knight. If you wish a princess to rescue, find a dragon who likes delicate meals.” She had found her sword and sheathed it along with her dagger. She was about to pull on her boots when a man’s voice ventured shakily out into the air.

“I am no knight, Milady, just a prince with a sense of adventure!” A young man stepped out of the shadows into the clearing. Not impressed, Sapphirianna blinked irritably. The man was nice looking enough. His sandy hair swept across his head in a strange fashion, parted along one side, leaving a good portion of the short hair to be combed across his scalp. Sapphirianna scanned his facial features. His almonds shaped eyes a deep forest green, and were set above a nose slightly pointed and small. His lips were cracked and pale, as if he hadn’t taken a drink in half a day. She inspected the rest of his body, a well muscled, living machine taller than she was. Satisfied with her analysis, she raised an eyebrow.

“And who might be your father?” The young adult shifted slightly to his left side. He was favoring his right side. Her eyes snapped back up from his leather and metal studded armor on the right side of his torso to his eyes. They were downcast. He shifted again before replying. He was embarrassed, she could see.

“My father is King Norinday of the kingdom Leinas.” Sapphirianna refrained from looking startled. She blinked, almost amused.

“Then you must be the long-lost Prince Karth. I’m amazed you found yourself in my company,” she stated calmly as she lit a lamp from her pack. “Not many would come close to a camp of a dark elf.” She didn’t bother looking up at the obviously uncomfortable prince

 

[Nightmare1]

He is technically an original character...

Jordan

The way he talked about fear, you would think he was a new father caressing his firstborn child.

I looked through all of my work. None of my characters really say anything meaningful or witty. I am better at letting their actions do that. Though, this exchange is a little humorous out of context:

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“Don’t be afraid of me,” Jonathan begged. “Sarah, please, don’t be afraid!”

He let her go. Sarah fell into the couch, cringing away from him.

“You’re-you’re a vampire!”

“No, not a vampire,” Jonathan said quietly. “I do not feast on blood...but I am now one of the Undead.”

Context: Ravone is an adult.

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He spewed out something incredibly foul, which was followed in turn by a loud slap echoing inside.

“Ravone Aster. I know I taught you better than that.”

Aurin: I laughed. <3  

[LillLazaru5]

This is from my current novel: Welcome To The Playground.

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Ms. Mal knocked on the door; she could not stand the sight of the Stinwalls. Mr. Stinwall answered the door, “What do you want?”
Ms. Mal pushed him out of the way and picked up Catherine off the floor. She held her in her arms as Catherine clutched to her rescuer’s shirt. Mrs. Stinwall then asked.
“What the heck are you doing? She’s a bad girl.”
Ms. Mal replied sharply, “At least I don’t drink!”

And this is from a novel I was working on (which I'll probably work on after The Playground): Hennie

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The figure interrupted and answered the attempted question, “I have the ability to know what others think, including the patients here. Whether they wake or sleep, and even when they are dead. I visit almost every patient in this institution, as I call it, and I notice they always suffer the same and die the same, mostly by suicide or starvation. Death may satisfy me, but it sometimes bores me.”

 

[sour_sharks]

This is a story that I keep getting distracted by but I love it so much I can't help it!

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"We use seals on evil spirits to banish them." Izzy said, proudly waving a note card with some Japanese writing scrawled on it.
Siva snatched it out of Izzy's hand and inspected it.
"What can Post-it notes do to them?" Siva asked, curiously.
"They're not Post-it notes!" Izzy cried, insulted, and snatched back the seal.
Siva, however, was thoroughly amused and kept pestering Cassie for sticky notes, announcing he would banish all ghosts in the world with the power of paper.

This was a really old story of mine. Won't ever be continued.

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"Watch my purse you two." She huffed and walked away.
"Is it going to do a trick?" Vita muttered.
"I don't know it might!" Kainen said, staring at the bag. "Sit!" He shouted.
The two of them stared expectantly.
"Apparently no matter how many dead dogs go into Cruella De Ville's purse they're still dead." Kainen said flatly.
"Maybe 'play dead' would have been more appropriate?" Vita suggested.

 

[Sapphirianna]

From an extremely old story of mine called "The Last":

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“No I know not why we are here…” Caith whispered into the druid’s ear. The woman whirled around, catching Caith’s wrists and wrenching them in the most uncomfortable way.
“Listen, hotshot, I know what I am doing. And that does not include you flirting with me. Back off.” She eyed him coolly and snatched her hands away from his. She turned back to the world beyond the little safety of the fern. Caith was smiling and rubbing his wrists, letting the blood flow once more.
“Oh, c’mon, Karmen. You know how much I care for you.”
“And you have portrayed it too much towards me.” Karmen narrowed her eyes. “My father has taken notice.” She kneeled down and examined a bit of moss stuck to one of her leather boots, a gift from the Honored Lord, her father.
“Well, er, I have thought about our future,” said Caith, trying hard to change the subject slightly, so he could talk about someone other than the druid-Fae’s father. Karmen rose to her feet calmly. Fury was evident on her facial features.
“Future? Caitherain lae’Kresk, you and I have no future together,” she snapped, “Do you not realize that druids are forbidden to marry?” She ripped the fur cloak from Caith’s grasp and threw it on the ground in her irrational temper.
“Karmen-“
“Don’t you ‘Karmen’ me, hotshot. If you wish to find your way back to your home before the wildcats emerge tonight, you better keep up.” With that, Karmen shot off into the growing darkness, her legs pumping fast. She could hear the pants of the Faerie behind her as he struggled to keep up with her swift pace.
“Use your wings if you must, hotshot. I’m not stopping to pick you up and carry you the rest of the way!” She called to him over her shoulder.

I'm probably not going to continue this.  

[Supinelu]

Hmm...recent circa the Resurrection - which implies exactly what it sounds - in Mind Games (tentative title). At the time Chloe is a little less than impressed with Nemesis.

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Cold blue eyes stared down the man in front of him. Nemesis stared back, unmoved.

"I suppose I should thank you."

Nemesis inclined his head. Chloe's expression shifted for the briefest of seconds, eyes became drawn, pained. Mouth tightened. And before Skye could stop him, the other blonde reared back and punched Nemesis straight across the face. The dark skinned necromancer's head snapped to the side, but he otherwise ignored the blow. He pressed a hand to the chest of one of his companions who had attempted to start forward, sharing a look with the impulsive aqua eyed man – a look that stopped him in his tracks. Then Nemesis was back to devoting his full attention to Chloe.

"But a word of advice?" Chloe's tone was dangerously low, "The next time I die, I stay that way. Understand?"

A small smile. "Understood, friend."

And this one. It comes from a small drabble about wings and flying.

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"Her name was the Drulant," he found himself saying, distantly, "and she was the best airship in the sky...the very bloody best..." Wetness. He was crying? "It took a crew of one thousand to man her. Most of whom were never even recognized for their service. Now it doesn't even matter. Lieutenant Leroy Kraizer and a band of ghosts shot her out of the air. They're all dead now. I keep thinking...I should be dead with them...and I'm not...Why am I not dead?"

And then it was Zoey touching Koloma again, this time grasping the hand still holding him. He didn't know what he was looking for. Reassurance? Solidarity? In between his thoughts something shifted, and he was feeling that same silken feel, different now though. Zoey watched in a kind of trance at the sheaf of black feathers slowly curling around their joined hands, then wordlessly glanced up at Koloma. Gold was softened again, molten in shade.

"Just ask," Koloma said very calmly, very quietly, "Next time. That's all." And then his opposite fist slammed into an approaching fiend – power crackling in waves – and the moment was quite gone. Koloma and Zoey broke apart as the remaining pair of their odd troupe filtered in to join them. Chloe bore several small gashes quickly disappearing – but his eyes were blue, just blue.

 

[General Phade]

Awesome idea, this thread.

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“You will not harm her,” he panted, his sword trembling in his grasp. “Not as long as there is breath in my body!”
*Insert fight sequence that ends in fatality*
"Oh, look," he sneered. "There's no breath in that body. Guess I'll harm her now."

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“Maddy, anyone can see you’re bitchy about this.”
“Damn right I’m bitchy!” she said. “I’m a little tired of my non-existent luck with men! Six different guys in two weeks—can you believe it?”
“Well, you did turn to those shitty online dating services.”
“Not like I’m meeting people as it is,” she said, turning back to the computer. “Still, you’d think someone as cute as me could nab a decent man no problem.”
“You ever think your ego might get in the way?”
“Bite me. My standards are high because I deserve someone who meets them. It just looks like someone like that doesn’t exist.”
“No,” said Ben. “They do. You just have to turn lesbian and let me watch.”

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“You alright? You look pale.”
“I’ll be fine,” she said. “It’s just a little morning sickness.”
“You su—whoa, whoa! What?”
She smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. Didn’t really get the chance to tell you.”
“Holy… How?”
“Well, Ben, when a man and a woman love each other—”
“Maddy! You’re on the pill!”
“Well, your kid would be that special point one percent.”

 

[AurinJade]

My snarky characters have emerged! I've been going through a dry spell, and finally they're back, flinging insults at each other and not taking any of it seriously! Moral of the story: feisty, take-no-s**t characters must come naturally. They cannot be forced. I tried, I failed, but now I'm back on the track, baby!

So far in this current, wacky project of mine, my main character has a "crush" on another character's car, and my favorite quotes so far have stemmed from that.

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Loki may be hot, but his car was ten times sexier

 

[Arlingtonn]

(This involves Ronnie, his uncle Vincent, and his mother Lillian)

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Vincent: Ah, that reminds me- Ronnie, when is your birthday?
Ronnie: Um...
Lillian: He doesn't know- I never told him. Kids expect presents on their birthdays.