Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all...
Songs remain. They last...A song can last long after the events and the people in it are dust and dreams and gone. That's the power of songs.
Don't confuse the teacher with the lesson, the ritual with the ecstasy, the transmitter of the symbol with the symbol itself.
Have been unavoidably detained by the world. Expect us when you see us.
And then, in a skittering, chittering rush, it came. The hand, running high on its fingertips, scrabbled through the tall grass and up onto a tree stump. It stood there for a moment, like crab tasting...
Books were safer than other people anyway.
Y por qué es necesario tener valor? —le preguntó el gato con tono de indiferencia.—Porque, cuando haces algo a pesar del miedo que sientes —respondió ella—, necesitas tener mucho valor.
This is a work of fiction. Still, given an infinite number of possible worlds, it must be true on one of them. And if a story set in an infinite number of possible worlds is true in one of them, then...
So, he asked. How's death?Hard, she said. It just keeps going.
I was one those kids who had books on them. Before weddings, Bar Mitzvahs, funerals and anything else where you're actually meant to not be reading, my family would frisk me and take the book away. If...
Well?" said Loki. "What about you, Heimdall? Do you have any suggestions?""I do," said Heimdall. "But you won't like it."Thor banged his fist down upon the table. "It does not matter whether or not we...
Richard began to understand darkness: darkness as something solid and real, so much more than a simple absence of light. He felt it touch his skin, questing, moving, exploring: gliding through his min...
I asked him if it were a mirage, and he said yes. I said it was a dream, and he agreed, But said it was the desert's dream not his. And he told me that in a year or so, when he had aged enough for any...
If you survive in battle, it is with Odin's grace, and if you fall, it is because he has betrayed you.
Yes, you're right. It's part of growing up, I suppose. You always have to leave something behind you.ü
Can I hug you?Do you want to?said Bod.Yes.Well then.He thought for a moment.I don't mind if you do.My hands won't go through you or anything?You're really there?You won't go through me,he told her,and...
Why are we talking about this good and evil? They're just names for sides. We know that.
Like all sentient beings, Fat Charlie had a weirdness quotient. For some days the needle had been over in the red, occasionally banging jerkily against the pin. Now the meter broke.
Kiss a lover, Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure. Face your life, It's pain, It's pleasure, Leave no path untaken.
It was sometimes said that the grey-and-black mountain range which ran like a spine north to south down that part of Faerie had once been a giant, who grew so huge and so heavy that, one day, worn out...