There are things you cannot throw away, things you cannot leave for your loved ones to find when you are gone. Things you have to burn.
There are things that wait for us, patiently, in the dark corridors of our lives. We think we have moved on, put them out of mind, left them to desiccate and shrivel and blow away; but we are wrong. T...
There are things that upset us. That’s not quite what we’re talking about here, though. I’m thinking rather about those images or words or ideas that drop like trapdoors beneath us, throwing us out of...
There are stories that are true, in which each individual's tale is unique and tragic, and the worst of the tragedy is that we have heard it before, and we cannot allow ourselves to feel it to deeply....
There are sneaking,creeping, crumplingnoises coming frominside the walls.
The wise man knows when to keep silent. Only the fool tells all he knows.
The view changes from where you are standing.Words can wound, and wounds can heal.All of these things are true.
The thing was white, and huge, and swollen. Monstrous, thought Coraline, but also miserable.
The thin girl was gulping down one of Richard's bananas in what was, Richard reflected, the least erotic display of banana-eating he had ever seen.
The second thing I thought was that I knew everything. Lettie Hempstock's ocean flowed inside me, and it filled the entire universe, from Egg to Rose. I knew that. I knew what Egg was - where the univ...
The man with the dark hair sighs, and explains that his friend won’t be coming back, and thus she won’t be paid for her time, or for her trouble. And then, seeing the hurt in her eyes, and taking pity...
The important thing about songs is that they're just like stories. They don't mean a damn unless there's people listenin' to them.
The heart is greater than the universe, for it can find pity in it for everything in the universe, and the universe itself can feel no pity. The heart is greater than a King, because a heart can know...
The fun comes in telling them yourself—something I warmly encourage you to do, you person reading this. Read the stories in this book, then make them your own,
The cat dropped the rat between its two front paws. There are those, it said with a sigh, in tones as smooth as oiled silk, who have suggested that the tendency of a cat to play with its prey is a mer...
The Marquis sighed. I thought it was just a legend, he said. Like the alligators in the sewers of New York City.Old Bailey nodded, sagely: What, the big white buggers? They're down there. I had a frie...
The Marquis de Carabas liked being who he was, and when he took risks he liked them to be calculated risks, and he was someone who double-and triple-checked his calculations. He
That, said Wednesday, driving off, is the eternal folly of man. To be chasing after the sweet flesh, without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones. Worm food. At night, you're rubbi...
That's how I want to be remembered. I want to shine.
That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.