You get on with your own life. Lettie gave it to you. You just have to grow up and try and be worth it. A flash of resentment. It’s hard enough being alive, trying to survive in the world and find you...
You get on with your own life. Lettie gave it to you. You just have to grow up and try and be worth it.
You don’t pass or fail at being a human, dear.
Writers are liars, my dear, surely you know that by now? And yet, things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes,...
Words save our lives, sometimes.
When you are scared, but you do it anyway, that's brave.
What's it like then? asked Old Bailey. Being dead? The marquis sighed. And then he twisted his lips up into a smile, and with a glitter of his old self, he replied, Live long enough, Old Bailey, and y...
What you remembered? Probably. More or less. Different people remember things differently, and you'll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not. You stand tw...
What should I believe? thought Shadow, and the voice came back to him from somewhere deep beneath the world, in a bass rumble: Believe everything.
What power would hell have if those imprisoned here would not be able to dream of heaven?
What do stars do? They shine.
Were you always like this?’ ‘Like what?’ ‘A madman. With a time machine.’ ‘Oh, no. It took ages until I got the time machine.
We'll win, of course, he said. You don't want that, said the demon. Why not, pray?Listen, said Crowley desperately, how many musicians do you think your side have got, eh? First grade, I mean. Aziraph...
We were never lovers, and we never will be, now. I do not regret that, however. I regret the conversations we never had, the time we did not spend together. I regret that I never told him that he made...
We have, let us face it and admit it, little influence. We prey on them, and we take from them, and we get by; we strip and we whore and we drink too much; we pump gas and we steal and we cheat and we...
We have an obligation to make things beautiful, to not leave the world uglier than we found it.
We don't do spells, she said. She sounded a little disappointed to admit it. We'll do recipes sometimes. But no spells or cantrips. Gran doesn't hold with none of that. She says it's .
We do what we do, because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves.
We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, cover them in bright lies or with the thick dust of forgetfulness.
We build a shell around it, like an oyster dealing with a painful particle of grit, coating it with smooth pearl layers in order to cope. This is how we walk and talk and function , day in, day out. I...