Don't worry so much about 'not supposed to'.
A named thing is a tamed thing.
A black cat crossed my path, and I stopped to dance around it widdershins and to sing the rhyme,
The dead know everything, but don't give a damn.
And so Nat stood up and joined the group, and followed, and watched, and awaited his chance as the light of Chaos lit the plain and gods and demons marched to war.
A man may plant a tree for a number of reasons. Perhaps he likes trees. Perhaps he wants shelter. Or perhaps he knows that someday he may need the firewood.
If you can still write in spite of the fact that you're not getting paid, that nobody cares about what you're writing, that nobody wants to publish it, that everybody is telling you to do something el...
I believe that being happy is the only important thing. Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or torturous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.
For a time, then, we stay. For a time. Till the changes.
You see, I do believe in miracles. I, who have passed through fire. I do believe.
Life is what you celebrate. All of it. Even its end.
But I rather thought--I mean, I heard you'd killed Balder the Fair.I never did, snapped Loki crossly. Well, no one ever proved I did. What happened to the presumption of innocence? Besides, he was sup...
An apple a day keeps the doctor away.No one's immune to bribery.
There was something about total loyalty, uncritical devotion, endless patience, perpetual forgiveness and the general inability to believe that a loved one could ever do anything wrong that, frankly,...
The battle of good and evil reduced to a fat woman standing in front of a chocolate shop, saying, Will I? Won’t I? in pitiful indecision.
Somehow the anticipation of pain can be even more troubling, more a misery than the pain itself.
Like a flower she grows towards the light, without thinking or examining the process which moves her to do so. I wish I could do the same.
I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.
I don’t pretend to know much about love, but that’s how great love comes to an end, not in the flames of passion, but in the silence of regret.
Library-denigrators, pay heed: suggesting that the Internet is a viable substitute for libraries is like saying porn could replace your wife.