Quotes by William Ritter

But trust me, men are never worth it. Behind every great man is a woman who gave up on greatness and tied herself into an apron. Romance is for saps, Abbie. You’re sharp and you’ve got pluck. Don’t waste it.

Give me some credit. You dont get far in my game with your eyes closed. I get it-who doesnt like a man in uniform? But trust me, men are never worth it. Behind every great man is a woman who gave up on greatness and tied herself into an apron. Romance is for saps, Abbie. Youre sharp, and youve got pluck. Dont waste it.

The greatest figures in history are never the ones who avoid failure, but those who march chin-up through countless failures, one after the next, until they come upon the occasional victory.

Monsters are easy, Miss Rook. Theyre monsters. But a monster in a suit? Thats basically just a wicked man, and a wicked man is a more dangerous thing by far.

I read the first few, said Jackaby. Ive instructed my duck to just file the rest directly under P. I left it to him to decide if that was for politics or paranoia.

We are not the policy department, except for those of us who are, Jackaby revised.

Names have power... And he kept the one I gave him. My dear, sweet Jackaby. - Eleanor

All due respect to Romeo and Juliet, but I don’t think love is sacrifice at all. Real love is when you let another person make you better. You don’t lose yourself in love—you find yourself there.

There are lots of people out there who are terribly hateful. She could avoid a whole lot of trouble and dress and act as they want her to, but she chooses to be herself. Thats brave. Also - the last time we met she stopped Jackaby from hurting the men who hurt her. They might have killed her. Kindness is an act of bravery. I think, just as hatred is an act of fear. Im sure can appreciate that not all strength is muscle, Mr. Finstern. She has a strong spirit, and I believe she is brave about the way she chooses to use it.

I whispered across the bars to Jackaby as I rose, Shall I tell them the truth?Have you killed anyone? he asked, quietly.No, of course not!Then I cant imagine why you shouldnt.

Oh no. He looks half-dead. Charlies face paled as he eyed the trappers wrist and the blood-soaked bandages.Indeed. Jackaby nodded. And if we dont get him some proper attention soon, hell be all dead.

He paused, watching Charlie breathing slowly in and out for a moments. Were it not for the assistance of your young monster, here, you almost certainly would not have survived Swifts attack. Marlowe is a good man, Jackaby added, thoughtfully, but he only knows how to slay dragons. This world is full of dragons-slayers. What we need are a few people who arent too proud to listen to a fish.

Hell of a sight. She let out a scream and just fell to pieces. Cant say I blame her. Like I said, this sort of thing is not for the female temperament. He directed that last sentiment at me, making eye contact for the first time.I dare say youre right, sir, I conceded, meeting his gaze. Out of curiosity, though, is there someone whose temperament you do find suited to this sort of thing? I think I would be most unnerved to meet a man who found it pleasant.

To the attention of the New Fiddleham Police Department: Youve got my middle-C, and I would like it back....Please return Jackabys tuning fork. Hes getting even more obnoxious than usual.

I had heard of offices feeling like prisons, but in this case our prison felt, rather anticlimactically, like an office.