How Do You Feel This Morning When You Know What You Did Last Night?
Here you go, she said. I don't need it anymore. I'm very grateful. I think it may have saved my life, saved some other people's death.
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 wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a while, or if it was something that you found in the end, if you simply walked and waited and willed it long enough.
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 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...
For a moment she felt utterly dislocated. She did not know where she was; she was not entirely sure who she was. It is astonishing just how much of what we are can be tied to the bed we wake up in in...
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...
DESTRUCTION: Our sister [Death] defines life, just as Despair defines hope, or Desire defines hatred, or as Destiny defines freedom.MORPHEUS: And what do I define, by this theory of yours.DESTRUCTION:...
Calling cats, it confided, tends to be a rather overrated activity. Might as well call a whirlwind.
But it was a dream, and in dreams, sometimes, you have no choices: either there are no decisions to be made, or they were made for you long before ever the dream began.
But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red, and orange and red, and red and orange and yellow, like the ember in a nursery fire of a winter's evening. I remember th...
Better to have flamed in the darkness, to have inspired others, to have lived, than to have sat in the darkness, cursing the people who borrowed, but did not return, your candle.
Beg for mercy, said the Elephant. That one was easy. Mercy! said the Marquis. I beg! I plead! Show me mercy—the finest of all gifts. It befits you, mighty Elephant, as lord of your own demesne, to be...
At the best of times his face was unreadable. Now his face was a book written in a language long forgotten, in an alphabet unimagined. Silas wrapped the shadows around him like a blanket, and stared a...
Are you going to do it? Go on. You have to do it. I bet you won’t be any crapper than I was.Fat Charlie shrugged, in a way that, he hoped, indicated that he contained within him depths of crap as yet...
Any way, death is so final, isn't it?Is it? asked Richard.Sometimes, said the marquis de Carabas. And they went down.