I am as my creator made me.
Huge, dizzying, clumps and clusters of snow falling through the air, patches of white against an iron-gray sky, snow that touches your tongue with cold and winter, that kisses your face with its hesit...
How old are you? said the girl. What are you doing here? Do you live here? What's your name? I don't know, said Bod. You don't know your name? said the girl. Course you do. Everybody knows their own n...
How old are you? asked Door. Richard was pleased she had asked; he would never have dared.As old as my tongue, said Hunter, primly, and a little older than my teeth.
How Do You Feel This Morning When You Know What You Did Last Night?
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 tugged on an imaginary rope,somewhere on the level of his ear, and then jerked his neck to one side, tongue protruding, eyes bulging. As quick pantomimes went, it was disturbing. And then he let go...
He said nothing: seldom do those who are silent make mistakes. I
He had gone beyond the world of metaphor & simile into the place of things that are, and it was changing him.
Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when...
God who knows all things, I have no prayer book and I do not know any prayers by heart. But you know all the prayers. You are God. So this is what I am going to do. I am going to say the alphabet, and...
Go and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.
Furthermore, it goes without saying that all of the people, living, dead, and otherwise, in this story are fictional or used in a fictional context. Only the gods are real.
Fuck you, said Czernobog. Fuck you and fuck your mother and fuck the fucking horse you fucking rode in on. You will not even die in battle. No warrior will taste your blood. No one alive will take you...
Fear is contagious. You can catch it. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to say that they’re scared for the fear to become real.
Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world, I mean everybody — no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they've all g...
Elegantly accomplished, said Nehemiah Trot. I shall compose an Ode. Would you like to stay and listen?
Each person who ever was or is or will be has a song. It isn't a song that anybody else wrote. It has its own melody, it has its own words. Very few people get to sing their song. Most of us fear that...
Don't start anything you're not prepared to finish.
Does it work? Are they happier dead? Sometimes. Mostly, no. It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you g...