Literature does not occur in a vacuum. It cannot be a monologue. It has to be a conversation, and new people, new readers, need to be brought into the conversation too.
It's like the people who believe they'll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn't work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean.
It is the curse of age, that all things are reflections of other things.
It is only a gesture, he said, turning back to Shadow. But gestures mean everything. The death of one dog symbolizes the death of all dogs.
It doesn't matter that I can't remember the details any longer: death happened to her. Death happens to all of us.
If you only write when you’re inspired you may be a fairly decent poet, but you’ll never be a novelist because you’re going to have to make your word count today and those words aren’t going to wait f...
If he didn't care about you, you couldn't upset him.
I would read. I would explore
I only met Mad Sweeney twice, alive, he said. The first time I thought he was a world-class jerk with the devil in him. The second time I thought he was a major fuckup and I gave him the money to kill...
I have a brother. They say, you put us together, we are like one person, you know? When we are young, his hair, it is very blond, very light, and people say, he is the good one. And my hair it is very...
I cried until I was all cried out.
I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies.
I am as my creator made me.
How do I know you'll keep your word? asked Coraline.I swear it, said the other mother. I swear it on my own mother's grave.Does she have a grave? asked Coraline.Oh yes, said the other mother. I put he...
How are your dear mother and father? asked Miss Spink.Missing, said Coraline. I haven't seen either of them since yesterday. I'm on my own. I think I've probably become a single child family.
He said nothing: seldom do those who are silent make mistakes. I
Fictions are merely frozen dreams, linked images with some semblance of structure. They are not to be trusted, no more than the people who create them.
DEATH: Mostly they aren't too keen to see me. They fear the sunless lands. But they enter your realm each night without fear.MORPHEUS: And I am far more terrible than you, sister.
But that's how it goes; you think you're on top of the world, and suddenly they spring Armageddon on you.
But if this is all there is, then I don’t want to be sane. You know?