There was still the wreckage of that man in there somewhere. That was what made him so terrible, and so sad.
The world is always ending for someone. It’s a good line. I give it to the father of the child. He says it to his wife. ‘The world is always ending for someone,’ he says. She is trying to quieten the...
The wise man knows when to keep silent. Only the fool tells all he knows.
The war had begun and nobody saw it. The storm was lowering and nobody knew it.
The only advice I can give you is what you're telling yourself. Only, maybe you're too scared to listen.
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 limeade was very interesting. It didn't taste anything like limes. It tasted bright green and vaguely chemical.
The end of the story of Batman is he's dead. Because, in the end, the Batman dies. What else am I going to do? Retire and play golf? It doesn't work that way. It can't. I fight until I drop. And one d...
The cold was bothering me. You'd think I'd welcome it. But it's something to do with being dead, I guess. You don't feel it as cold. You feel it as a sort of nothing, and when you're dead I guess the...
The boy had the towering arrogance only seen in the greatest of artists and all nine-year-old boys.
The boundaries of our country, sir? Why sir, onto the north we are bounded by the Aurora Borealis, on the east we are bounded by the rising sun, on the south we are bounded by the procession of the Eq...
The Norse myths are the myths of a chilly place, with long, long winter nights and endless summer days, myths of a people who did not entirely trust or even like their gods, although they respected an...
That’s an Anansi story. ’Course, all stories are Anansi stories. Even this one.
That's the trouble with you young people. You think because you ain't been here long, you know everything. In my life I already forgot more than you ever know.
That's the joy of a harlequinade, after all, isn't it? We change our costumes. We change our roles.
Sometimes we can choose the paths we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all.
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 says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.
She hugged herself and told herself that she was brave, and she almost believed herself [...]
Scuse me, said a small and hairy voice in his ear, but would you mind dreamin’ a bit quieter? Your dreams is spillin’ over into my dreams, and if there’s one thing I’ve never been doin’ with, it’s dat...