He was walking into Faerie, in search of a fallen star, with no idea how he would find the star, nor how to keep himself safe and whole as he tried. He looked back and fancied that he could see the li...
Fat Charlie had had no real liking for the police, but until now, he had still managed to cling to a fundamental trust in the natural order of things, a conviction that there was some kind of power--a...
Brakuje mi słowa. Chodzi o odwrotność świętości.- Profanum? - odparł Cień.- Nie. Chodzi mi o miejsca mniej święte niż każde inne. O ujemnej świętości. Miejsca, w których nie da się postawić żadnej świ...
All Bette's stories have happy endings. That's because she knows where to stop.She's realized the real problem with stories - if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.
There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewh...
At home, my father ate all the most burnt pieces of toast. 'Yum!' he'd say, and 'Charcoal! Good for you!' and 'Burnt toast! My favorite!' and he'd eat it all up. When I was much older he confessed to...
You're alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you can change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you're dead, it's gon...
There was a girl, and her uncle sold her. Put like that it seems so simple.No man, proclaimed Donne, is an island, and he was wrong. If we were not islands, we would be lost, drowned in each other's t...
There is a madness, yes, this is true. Few mortals possess it, the willingness to step away from the protection of sanity. To walk into the wild wood of madness...
There are three things, and three things only, that can lift the pain of mortality and ease the ravages of life, said Spider. These things are wine, women and song...Curry’s nice too pointed out Fat C...
The world is always ending for someone.
The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.
The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.
Now you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.
No, said the cat. Now, you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.
M is for magic. All the letters are, if you put them together properly. You can make magic with them, and dreams, and, I hope, even a few surprises...
It is sometimes a mistake to climb; it is always a mistake never even to make the attempt. If you do not climb, you will not fall. This is true. But is it that bad to fail, that hard to fall?
It is not that I was credulous, simply that I belived in all things dark and dangerous. It was part of my young creed that the night was full of ghosts and witches, hungry and flapping and dressed com...
I was not scared of anything, when I read my book...
I fell for her like a suicide from a bridge.