You get what anybody gets - you get a lifetime.
You are the nearest thing I have to life. You are the only thing I have left, the only thing that isn't bleak and flat and gray. I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would k...
We weren't arguing, said the bear. Because we can't talk. Then it said, Oops.
We were expecting to see you at the market.Yes. Well. Some people thought I was dead. I was forced to keep a low profile.Why . . . why did some people think you were dead?The marquis looked at Richard...
There's never been a true war that wasn't fought between two sets of people who were certain they were in the right. The really dangerous people believe they are doing whatever they are doing solely a...
There were people you could hug, and then there was Silas.
That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.
Sometimes you do things you regret, but there's nothing you can do about them. Times change. Doors close behind you. You move on.
Sometimes I wonder if she transforms people into animals, or whether she finds the beast inside us, and frees it.
So you used to know everything?She wrinkled her nose. Everybody did. I told you. It's nothing special, knowing how things work. And you really do have to give it all up if you want to play.To play wha...
So be wise, because the world needs more wisdom, and if you cannot be wise, pretend to be someone who is wise, and then just behave like they would.
She had such unusual eyes. They made me think of the seaside, and so I called her Ocean, and could not have told you why.
Really, he thought, if you couldn't trust a poet to offer sensible advice, who could you trust?
Perhaps this is the ultimate freedom, eh, Dreamlord? The freedom to leave.
People talk about books that write themselves, and it's a lie. Books don't write themselves. It takes thought and research and backache and notes and more time and more work than you'd believe.
People take on the shapes of the songs and the stories that surround them, especially if they don't have their own song.
Oh ... My twitchy witchy girl I think you are so nice, I give you bowls of porridge And I give you bowls of ice-cream.
Now go and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.
Media. I think I have heard of her. Isn't she the one who killed her children?
Maybe you're getting tired of existing on the whim of people.