My people, we stay indoors. We have keyboards. We have darkness.
~I hope that in this year to come, YOU make mistakes. Because if YOU are making mistakes, then YOU are making NEW things, trying NEW things, learning, living, pushing YOURself, changing YOURself, chan...
People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.
I really don't know what "I love you" means.I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.
The best way to show people true things is from a direction that they had not imagined the truth coming.
The current total of countries in the world with First Amendments is one. You have guaranteed freedom of speech. Other countries don't have that.
You’re going back? asked Bod. Things that had been immutable were changing. You’re really leaving? But. You’re my guardian. I was you’re guardian. But you are old enough to guard yourself. I have othe...
Young man, he said, understand this: there are two Londons. There's London Abovethat's where you livedand then there's London Belowthe Undersideinhabited by the people who fell through the cracks in t...
You say I have no power? Perhaps you speak truly... But — you say that dreams have no power here? Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar... Ask yourselves, all of you... What power would hell have if those impr...
When you are scared, but you do it anyway, that's brave.
When I was a boy, Ray Bradbury picked stories from his books of short stories he thought younger readers might like and published them as R Is for Rocket and S Is for Space. Now I was doing the same s...
We think that tomorrow, unless we surrender, they may drop the moon on us. You're joking.Wish I was.
Too much talking these days. Talk talk talk. This country would get along much better if people learned how to suffer in silence.
Three years in London had not changed Richard, although it had changed the way he perceived the city. Richard had originally imagined London as a gray city, even a black city, from pictures he had see...
There was a girl, and her uncle sold her, wrote Mr. Ibis in his perfect copperplate handwriting.That is the tale; the rest is detail.There are stories that are true, in which each individual’s tale is...
There are no whores in Scaithe’s Ebb, or none that consider themselves as such, although there have always been many women who, if pressed, would describe themselves as much-married, with one husband...
There are four simple ways for the observant to tell Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar apart: first, Mr. Vandemar is two and a half heads taller than Mr. Croup; second, Mr. Croup has eyes of a faded china bl...
The only thing that kept me going was stories. Stories are hope. They take you out of yourself for a bit, and when you get dropped back in, you're different- you're stronger, you've seen more, you've...
That's how I want to be remembered. I want to shine.
So, you figure they won't notice you're back? sneered the marquis. Just, 'oh look, there's another angel, here, grab a harp and on with the hosannas'?