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
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...
Do you ever wonder if this is all there is? What? Richard gestured vaguely, taking in everything. Work. Home. The pub. Meeting girls. Living in the city. Life. Is that all there is?
Did that happen? asked Shadow. Did what happen, shit-for-brains? asked Mr. Nancy. The hall. The fire. Tiger balls. Riding the Carousel.
Death’s a funny thing. I used to think it was a big, sudden thing, like a huge owl that would swoop down out of the night and carry you off. I don’t anymore. I think it’s a slow thing. Like a thief wh...
Can I help you? said the footman. Richard had been told to fuck off and die with more warmth and good humor.
But she knew also that it would not be wise to begin her life with Tristan by arguing with his mother.
Bod shrugged. So? he said. It's only death. I mean, all of my best friends are dead.
Birds are the last of the dinosaurs. Tiny velociraptors with wings. Devouring defenseless wiggly things and, and nuts, and fish, and, and other birds. They get the early worms. And have you ever watch...
Biggest case we've had here in five years was when Dan Schwartz got drunk and shot up his own trailer, then he went on the run, down Main Street, in his wheelchair, waving this darn shotgun, shouting...
Belinda stared into the fire for some time, thinking about what she had in her life, and what she had given up; and whether it would be worse to love someone who was no longer there, or not to love so...
Because there are mysteries. Because there are things that people are forbidden to speak about. Because there are things they do not remember.
Be boring, knowing everything. You have to give all that stuff up if you're going to muck about here.''So you used to know everything?'She wrinkled her nose. 'Everybody did. I told you. It's nothing s...
And there never was an apple, in Adam's opinion, that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it.
And then it crumbled in his hand. It was just dust... Sand... A glittering, multicolored sand that fell away into the chilly wind at the end of the world.
And did I pass? The face of the old woman on my right was unreadable in the gathering dusk. On my left the younger woman said, You don't pass or fail at being a person, dear.
And all the time we spent in this place would fade and vanish, like a dawn dream on waking that colours the day but cannot be touched or remembered.
All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then...