Richard had noticed that events were cowards: they didn’t occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.
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.
Realmente no lo entiendes, ¿verdad? —repuso—. No quiero tener todo lo que deseo. Nadie lo quiere, no de verdad. ¿Dónde estaría la gracia si tuviese todo lo que quiero? Es eso y nada más, ¿y después qu...
Poetry ain’t what you’d call truth. There ain’t room enough in the verses.
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 respond to the stories. They tell them themselves. The stories spread, and as people tell them, the stories change the tellers.
People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales.
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 question that has always intrigued me is what happens to demonic beings when immigrants move from their homelands. Irish-Americans remember the fairies, Norwegian-Americans the nisser, Greek-Ameri...
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.
Once, I was a poet, and, like all poets, I spent too long in the Kingdom of Dreams.
Nite, ti si živ. To znači da je tvoj potencijal bezgraničan. Možeš učiniti, stvoriti, sanjati što god poželiš. Ako ti promijeniš svijet, on će se doista promijeniti. To je potencijal. Čim umreš, poten...
Mister whoever-the-fuck you are, said Shadow, just loud enough to be heard over the din of the engines, there isn't enough money in the world.
It’s part of growing up, I suppose…you always have to leave something behind you.
It’s easier to believe in aliens than in gods,
It's not irrelevant, those moments of connection, those places where fiction saves your life. It's the most important thing there is.
It was a city in which the very old and the awkwardly new jostled each other, not uncomfortably, but without respect; a city of shops and offices and restaurants and homes, of parks and churches, of i...
It must be good to have somewhere that you belong. Somewhere that’s home.
It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people bein...
In the beginning – before the beginning – was the word. And the word was