I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that...
I am still not talking to you, said Liza Hempstock’s voice, proud as a peacock and pert as a sparrow. Actually, you are. I mean, we’re talking right now. Only during this emergency. After that, not a...
Human beings do not like being pushed about by gods. They may seem to, on the surface, but somewhere on the inside, underneath it all, they sense it, and they resent it.
How you want your coffee? she asked her guests. Here we take it black as night, sweet as sin.
Hell wasn't a major reservoir of evil, any more than Heaven, in Crowley's opinion, was a fountain of goodness; they were just sides in the great cosmic chess game. Where you found the real McCoy, the...
Hell may have all the best composers, but heaven has all the best choreographers.
He was no longer scared of what tomorrow might bring because yesterday has brought it.
He was a gangling creature of potential, a barrel of dynamite waiting for someone or something to light his hues; but no one did.
He thought about going out and buying a Sunday paper but decided not to. Arnold Stockton, Jessica’s boss, a many-chinned, self-made caricature of a man, owned all the Sunday papers that Rupert Murdoch...
He passed a stall in which five huge men were dancing to the music of a lugubrious hurdy-gurdy being played by a mournful-looking black bear;
He had read books, newspapers and magazines. He knew that if you ran away you sometimes met bad people who did bad things to you; but he had also read fairy tales, so he knew that there were kind peop...
He couldn’t see why people made such a fuss about people eating their silly old fruit anyway, but life would be a lot less fun if they didn’t. And there was never an apple, in Adam’s opinion, that was...
Goodbyes are overrated.
For the record, I don't expect you to believe any of this. Not really. I'm a liar by trade, after all; albeit, I like to think, an honest liar.
Fear is contagious. You can catch it. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to say they're scared for the fear to become real
Every hour wounds. The last one kills.
Different people remember things differently, and you'll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not. You stand two of you lot next to each other, and you coul...
Did that happen? asked Shadow. Did what happen, shit-for-brains? asked Mr. Nancy. The hall. The fire. Tiger balls. Riding the Carousel.
Destiny sees things as they are, not as we would wish them to be. He knows there are no stories, only the illusion of stories: threads and patterns that seem to appear in the pages of existence given...
Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine.