You're alive, that means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you change the world, the world will change.
You think you know all there is to know about here immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.
You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.
You see, evil always contains the seeds of its own destruction. It is ultimately negative, and therefore encompasses its downfall even at its moments of apparent triumph. No matter how grandiose, how...
You know what the really scary thing about bad dreams? It's that something's going on in your head, and you can't control it. I mean, It's like there's these bad worlds inside you. But it's just you.....
You got to understand the god thing. It’s not magic. It’s about being you, but the you that people believe in. It’s about being the concentrated, magnified, essence of you. It’s about becoming thunder...
You get on with your own life. Lettie gave it to you. You just have to grow up and try and be worth it. A flash of resentment. It’s hard enough being alive, trying to survive in the world and find you...
You cannot hear a poem without it changing you, she told me. They heard it, and it colonized them. It inherited them and it inhabited them, its rhythms becoming part of the way that they thought; its...
You can't trust other people. If it's important, you have to do it yourself.
Work. Home. The pub. Meeting girls. Living in the city. Life. Is that all there is?
When the first living thing existed, I was there waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind...
Whatever's happening, she said, eventually, it can all be sorted out. She saw the expression on my face then, worried. Scared even. And she said, After pancakes.
What's it like then? asked Old Bailey. Being dead? The marquis sighed. And then he twisted his lips up into a smile, and with a glitter of his old self, he replied, Live long enough, Old Bailey, and y...
We were never lovers, and we never will be, now. I do not regret that, however. I regret the conversations we never had, the time we did not spend together. I regret that I never told him that he made...
We need individual stories. Without individuals we see only numbers: a thousand dead, a hundred thousand dead, ‘casualties may rise to a million’. With individual stories, the statistics become people...
We make choices. No one else can live our lives for us. And we must confront and accept the consequences of our actions.
We have, let us face it and admit it, little influence. We prey on them, and we take from them, and we get by; we strip and we whore and we drink too much; we pump gas and we steal and we cheat and we...
We have an obligation to make things beautiful, to not leave the world uglier than we found it.
We don't do spells, she said. She sounded a little disappointed to admit it. We'll do recipes sometimes. But no spells or cantrips. Gran doesn't hold with none of that. She says it's .
We do what we do, because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves.