I am not scared of bad people, of wicked evildoers, of monsters and creatures of the night. The people who scare me are the ones who are certain of their own rightness. The ones who know how to behave...
I am frightened of nothing.Nothing?Nothing.Are you extremely frightened of nothing?Absolutely terrified of it.I have nothing in my pockets. Would you like to see it?No, I most definitely would not.
How can you be happy in this world? You have a hole in your heart. You have a gateway inside you to lands beyond the world you know. They will call you, as you grow.
Hold fast, he called. Tell me your names, and your stations.I am the Lady Door, said Door. I am Portico's daughter, of the House of the Arch.I am Hunter. I am her bodyguard.Richard Mayhew, said Richar...
Here: an exercise in choice. Your choice. One of these tales is true.She lived through the war. In 1959 she came to America. She now lives in a condo in Miami, a tiny French woman with white hair, wit...
He was painfully shy, which, as is often the manner of the painfully shy, he overcompensated for by being too loud at the wrong times.
He 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.
He entertained these thoughts awkwardly, as a man entertains unexpected guests. Then, as he reached his objective, he pushed these thoughts away, as a man apologizes to his guests, and leaves them, mu...
HMS Belfast is a gunship of 11,000 tons, commissioned in 1939, which saw active service in the Second World War. Since then it has been moored on the south bank of the Thames, in postcard-land, betwee...
Fat Charlie saw one thing with his eyes, and he saw something else with his mind, and in the gulf between the two things, madness waited.
Fantasy—and all fiction is fantasy of one kind or another—is a mirror. A distorting mirror, to be sure, and a concealing mirror, set at forty-five degrees to reality, but it’s a mirror nonetheless, wh...
Do you wonder where poetry come from? Where do we get the songs we sing and the tales we tell? Do you ever ask yourself how it is that some people can dream great, wise, beautiful dreams and pass thos...
Diggory's Dyke was a deep cut between two chalk downs-high, green hills, where a thin layer of green grass and reddish earth covered the chalk, and there was scarcely soil enough for trees. The Dyke l...
Death and Famine and War and Pollution continued biking towards Tadfield. And Grievous Bodily Harm, Cruelty To Animals, Things Not Working Properly Even After You've Given Them A Good Thumping but sec...
Crowley had been extremely impressed with the warranties offered by thecomputer industry, and had in fact sent a bundle Below to the departmentthat drew up the Immortal Soul agreements, with a yellow...
Could he be walking in circles? Maybe he would just walk and walk and walk until the warmers and the candy bars ran out and then sit down and never get up again.
But...is that all there was? Is that all I get?Yes, I'm afraid so.
But, Doctor. The human race didn’t die out in 1984.’ ‘New timeline. It’s a paradox.’ ‘And you’re the paradoctor?’ ‘Just the Doctor.
But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?’ ‘Easy,’ said the cat. ‘Think of somebody walking around the world. You start out walking away from something and end up coming back...
Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.