The universe knows someone is missing, and slowly it attempts to replace him.
The squirrel has not yet found the acorn that will grow into the oak that will be cut to form the cradle of the babe that will grow to slay me.
The old religion is what gets the crops up and keeps your cock hard and makes sure that nobody builds a bloody great motorway through an area of outstanding natural beauty. The Gateway stands, and the...
The ocean was back in the pond, and the only knowledge I was left with, as if I had woken from a dream on a summer's day, was that it had not been long ago since I had known everything. I looked at Le...
The WorldYou know the saddest thing, she said. The saddest thing is that we're you. I said nothing.In your fantasies, she said, my people are just like you. Only better. We don't die or age or suffer...
The TV's the altar. I'm what people are sacrificing to.''What do they sacrifice?' asked Shadow.'Their time, mostly,' said Lucy. 'Sometimes each other.
That's the joy of a harlequinade, after all, isn't it? We change our costumes. We change our roles.
Suppose we pick a name for him, eh? Caius Pompeius stepped over and eyed the child. He looks a little like my proconsul, Marcus. We could call him Marcus. Josiah Worthington said, He looks more like m...
So, yeah, Jesus does pretty good over here. But I met a guy who said he saw him hitchhiking by the side of the road in Afghanistan and nobody was stopping to give him a ride. You know? It all depends...
So this is your library, huh, Lucien? It's a big place What's so special about it, then?Oh, it's a very unusual library, Matthew. Somewhere in here is every story that has every been dreamed. They're...
She hugged herself and told herself that she was brave, and she almost believed herself [...]
Shadow had heard too many people telling each other not to repress their feelings, to let their emotions out, let the pain go. Shadow thought there was a lot to be said for bottling up emotions. If yo...
Richard paused for a moment. If ever, he decided, they made disorganization an Olympic sport, he could be disorganized for Britain.
Religions are, by definition, metaphors, after all: God is a dream, a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a house of many rooms, a watchmaker who left his prize chronometer in the desert, som...
Recounting the strange is like telling one's dreams: one can communicate the events of a dream, but not the emotional content, the way that a dream can colour one's entire day.
Por muy lejos que te vayas, nunca conseguirás huir de ti mismo.
Perhaps it was an afterimage, I decided, or a ghost: something that had stirred in my mind, for a moment, so powerfully that I believed it to be real, but now was gone, and faded into the past like a...
People would fight over who owns a poisonous desert, if that desert was Jerusalem.
Peas baffled me. I could not understand why grown-ups would take things that tasted so good when they were freshly-picked and raw, and put them in tin cans, and make them revolting.
One day every soldier in the empire has to shower in the blood of your sacrificial bull. The next they don't even remember your birthday.