(FYI : I FUCKING HATED THIS BOOK!!!!! I'M STILL ANGRY AT HOW IMPASSIVE THESE GIRLS ARE!)

• No wonder, I thought, for the Devil would take one look at Darcy’s face and know it for His own likeness, and blow it a kiss on Sundays.
• We were to remove there on Midsummer’s Eve, leaving the slow crows and the Eileen O’Reilly far, far behind.
  • oh please take her with you!! she's the funniest thing so far!
• ‘It’s too late,’ she said. ‘I know ye’re taking your great selves off to Dublin Town. That’s nothing to me and less than nothing. But I’ll not be the poor little country mouse ye left behind to be sorry for and think of jest occasionally from time to time.’ ‘It would not be like that,’ I protested. ‘And why wouldn’t it be? Are ye not Darcy Swiney’s true sister?’ Her voice tore on the last word. She walked into the shop and slammed the door behind her so hard that it lifted the bloodied clumps of sawdust on the path and closed my eyes with pain.
  • :(((((((((( i'm sad is the eilien oreille gone from the story? noooo
• The Eileen O’Reilly threw stones after our departing carriage. She cried, ‘The curse of the crows upon Darcy Swiney! My heavy hathred on ye too!’ Darcy poked her head out of the window to retort, ‘The back of my hand and the sole of my foot to you, runt! I am better and far better than you shall ever be.’ I heard the sob in the Eileen O’Reilly’s parting shout. She blamed Darcy, I understood, for taking me away without our ever healing the hurts between us.
  • aw is this not the greatest love story to NEVER HAPPEN?????? :((((((
• I wondered about writing a small note to the Eileen O’Reilly, to say my overdue sorries to her about Darcy’s last insults, but feared to humiliate her with our new grandeur. Perhaps, I thought, I’d find a way to send her a doll, secretly. Not a ‘Miss Manticory’, but a ‘Miss Darcy’, to do with as she wished, and as hard as she wished. I pictured her forcing a greasy crubeen into the doll’s hard lips, smashing the bisque face in the process.
  • Yes
• So I looked at Dead Christ with more frank pleasure than any of my sisters – except Ida. On our second Sunday Ida interrupted our singing with a cry. ‘He moved! Something twitched under that loincloth there!’ The worshippers around us drew in their breath and expelled it in a hiss of disapproval. ‘You should not have been staring at that part of him!’ said Darcy, who rarely lifted her eyes from it. ‘And you not yet twelve, you scrattock.’
  • oh my god
• ‘But I never had such a subject as your sister Darcy before. She makes one long for the tender manners of Attila the Hun. I would not like to watch her eating meat.’
• Darcy was forever shouting at her, ‘Less harlot, more saint, girl!’
• These cannibals of human happiness devour what is wholesome, excreting only what is vile onto the pages of their newspapers. Newsprint is black for a reason.’
• ‘So,’ I said boldly, ‘come and tell me that again after midnight. In my sleeping car. Oona is taking care of Ida tonight.’ ‘And you shall be alone?’ ‘I hope not,’ I smiled, one corner of my mouth flittering.
• I would get used to the part he seemed to like best, the part where he turned me over. I promised myself that. A first time was bound to be awkward, I told myself. I did not want him to think that I did not love the way he loved me.
  • AAAAAHHH YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER!!! DONT STAY WITH HIM IF YOU DONT LIKE THE WAY HE TREATS YOU JESUS HAVE THESE GIRLS NO BAKCBONE???? DARCY, THEN THE MEN AND NOW THIS I'M SO ANGRY
• ‘I do not need a prince or a knight,’ I told him.
  • OH FUCK YOU MANTICORY YOU KEEP FALLING FOR THE SAME BULLSHIT EVERYTIME AND YOU SAY YOU DONT NEED A PRINCE OR A FUCKING KNIGHT??? COME ON ugh it's so frustrating
• ‘And just think, if I’d murdered you the first time I’d wanted to, I’d be out of prison by now.’
• You know what they say, the longer the hair, the closer to Hell.’