You people always hold onto old identities, old faces and masks, long after they've served their purpose. But you've got to learn to throw things away eventually.
You know what happens when you dream of falling? Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
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 discourage children from reading because you feel they are reading the wrong thing. Fiction you do not like is the gateway drug to other books you may prefer them to read. And not everyone h...
You don't get heaven or hell. Do you know the only reward you get for being Batman? You get to be Batman.
Yes, it was crooked, said Wednesday, but it was the only game in town.
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,...
When you dream, sometimes you remember. When you wake, you always forget.
When you are seven, beauty is an abstraction, not an imperative.
What’s happening? he asked.The Marquis spared him a glance, and then returned his gaze to the action in front of them. You, he said, are out of your depth, in deep shit, and, I would imagine, a few ho...
Whatever happened to me in my life, happened to me as a writer of plays. I'd fall in love, or fall in lust. And at the height of my passion, I would think, 'So is how it feels,' and I would tie it up...
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 we read as adults should be read, I think, with no warnings or alerts beyond, perhaps: enter at your own risk.
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?
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...
This will be the age of cruel winds, the age of people who become as wolves, who prey upon each other, who are no better than wild beasts. Twilight will come to the world, and the places where the hum...
This was the void. Not blackness, not nothingness. This was what lay beneath the thinly painted scrim of reality.
This is the only country in the world, said Wednesday, into the stillness, that worries about what it is.What?The rest of them know what they are. No one ever needs to go searching for the heart of No...
They say that each night, when the duties of state permit, she climbs, on foot, and limps, alone, to the highest peak of the palace, where she stands for hour after hour, seeming not to notice the col...