Could be anyone. . I mean... it’s like calling yourselves the People. It’s what pretty much every race-name means. Except for Dalek. That means in Skaronian.
Coraline wondered why so few of the adults she met made any sense.
Coraline sighed. 'You really don't understand do you?' she said. 'I don't want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted, just like...
But there was a kitten on my pillow, and it was purring in my face and vibrating gently with every purr, and, very soon, I slept.
But standing in that hallway, it was all coming back to me. Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.
But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?
Books were safer than other people anyway. (...) I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.
Being dead is probably just like everything else in life: you pick some of it up as you go along, and you just make up the rest.
Because, said Thor, when something goes wrong, the first thing I always think is, it is Loki’s fault. It saves a lot of time.
Because,' she said, 'when you're scared but you still do it anyway, brave.
B is for boat, pushing off into the dark. C is the way that we find and we look. D is for diamonds, the bait on the hook.
At the end of the street was a large glass box with a female mannequin inside it, dressed as a gypsy fortune teller.Now, said Wednesday, at the start of any quest or enterprise it behooves us to consu...
As I wouldn't wear a costume, I couldn't imagine him wanting to wear one. And seeing that the greater part of my wardrobe is black (It's a sensible colour. It goes with anything. Well, anything black)...
Anything electronic seemed fundamentally magical to Shadow, and liable to evaporate at any moment.
Another piece of advice: I've learned over the years that everything is more or less the same amount of work. So you may as well set your sights high and try and do something really cool. There are ot...
And then he said, Media. I think I have heard of her. Isn’t she the one who killed her children? Different woman, said Mr. Nancy. Same deal.
And once I am there, I shall seek out Watson, if he still lives—and I fancy he does. It is irrational, I acknowledge, and yet I am certain that I would know, somehow, had Watson passed beyond the veil...
And if there's a moral there, I don't know what it is, save maybe that we should take our goodbyes whenever we can.
And he waited. It was only for a few seconds, but it felt like a small forever.
Amondó vagyok, egy város nem is város könyvesbolt nélkül. Lehet, hogy városnak hívja magát, de ha nincsen könyvesboltja, senkit nem tud átverni.