Shadow found himself starting to like Smith. He told himself that liking this man was not a sensible thing to do. He had met people like Smith before, people without consciences, without scruples, wit...
Sempre quis saber o que aconteceu com as crianças depois que voaram para longe...
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.
Richard did not believe in angels, he never had. He was damned if he was going to start now. Still, it was much easier not to believe in something when it was not actually looking directly at you and...
Remember your name. Do not lose hope —- what you seek will be found. Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn. Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story.
Religions are places to stand and look and act, vantage points from which to view the world.
Realmente no lo entiendes, ¿verdad?. No quiero tener todo lo que deseo. Nadie lo quiere, no de verdad. ¿Dónde estaría la gracia si tuviese todo lo que quiero?
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...
Rainie, mythologies take longer to die than people believe. They linger on in a kind of dream country that affects all of you.
Potentially evil. Potentially good, too, I suppose. Just this huge powerful potentiality waiting to be shaped.
Poetry ain’t what you’d call truth. There ain’t room enough in the verses.
People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales.
Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled but halved. No man is an island
Ow, and then, very quietly, it said Fuck, and then it said Ow, once more.
Outside, the world had become a formless, swirling mist with noshapes or shadows behind it, while the house itself seemed tohave twisted and stretched. It appeared to Coraline that it wascrouching and...
Only the phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost.
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...
Often you will discover that the harder you work, and the more wisely you work, the luckier you get. But there is luck, and it helps.
Now this comic contains words, concepts and maybe a few images that some people may find offensive. If you suspect you are going to be one of those people, there's a really easy solution to this. Don'...
Nothing, like something, happens anywhere.