That was the thing about Loki. You resented him even when you were at your most grateful, and you were grateful to him even when you hated him the most.
THE DAY THE SAUCERS CAMEThat day, the saucer day the zombie dayThe Ragnarok and fairies day, the day the great winds cameAnd snows, and the cities turned to crystal, the dayAll plants died, plastics d...
Stories are webs, interconnected strand to strand, and you follow each story to the center, because the center is the end. Each person is a strand of the story.
Stories are made up by people who make them up. If they work, they get retold. There's the magic of it.
Some hats can only be worn if you're willing to be jaunty, to set them at an angle and to walk beneath them with a spring in your stride as if you're only a step away from dancing. They demand a lot o...
So, yeah, Jesus does pretty good over here. But I met a guy who said he saw him hitchhiking by the side of the road in Afghanistan and nobody was stopping to give him a ride. You know? It all depends...
She smiled again. Do you like cat? she said.Yes, said Richard. I quite like cats.Anaesthesia looked relieved. Thigh? she asked, or breast?
She had a chain of blue forget-me-nots tattooed around her left wrist.
She called for her fiance and told him not to take on so, and that they would still be married, even if he was but a prince and she a queen, and she chucked him beneath his pretty chin and kissed him...
Shadow walked the meadow, making his own slow circles around the trunk of the tree, gradually widening his circle. Sometimes he would stop and pick something up: a flower, or a leaf, or a pebble, or a...
Shadow had heard too many people telling each other not to repress their feelings, to let their emotions out, let the pain go. Shadow thought there was a lot to be said for bottling up emotions. If yo...
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 paused for a moment. If ever, he decided, they made disorganization an Olympic sport, he could be disorganized for Britain.
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, by definition, metaphors, after all: God is a dream, a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a house of many rooms, a watchmaker who left his prize chronometer in the desert, som...
Potentially evil. Potentially good, too, I suppose. Just this huge powerful potentiality waiting to be shaped.
People would fight over who owns a poisonous desert, if that desert was Jerusalem.
Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled but halved. No man is an island