Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does ... Ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent.
My hands shook, but the milk did not touch the milk, and the Universe did not end.
Metaphors failed him, then. He had gone beyond the world of metaphor and simile into the place of things that , and it was changing him.
Memory is the great deceiver. Perhaps there are some individuals whose memories act like tape recordings, daily records of their lives complete in every detail, but I am not one of them. My memory is...
Libraries really are the gates to the future. So it is unfortunate that, round the world, we observe local authorities seizing the opportunity to close libraries as an easy way to save money, without...
Just go with it. It won't hurt.'I stared at him. Adults only ever said that when it, whatever it happened to be, was going to hurt so much.
It’s like bees and honey. Each bee makes only a tiny, tiny drop of honey. It takes thousands of them, millions perhaps, all working together to make the pot of honey you have on your breakfast table....
It's perfectly simple, said Wednesday. In other countries, over the years, people recognized the places of power. Sometimes it would be a natural formation, sometimes it would just be a place that was...
It was as bad as the summer that her mother had taken the training wheels off Coraline's bicycle;but then, back then, in with all the cuts and scrapes (her knees had scabs on top of scabs) she had had...
It is astonishing just how much of what we are can be tied to the beds we wake up in in the morning, and it is astonishing how fragile that can be.
It doth not hurt, whispered a faint voice, She will take you life and all you are and all you care'st for, and she will leave you with nothing but mist and fog. She'll take your joy. And one day you'l...
If he didn't care about you, you couldn't upset him.
I'm just going to stay here, in the darkness under the arch. I can hear you all out there, trip-trapping, trip-trapping over my bridge.Oh yes, I can hear you.But I'm not coming out.
I would not have understood that the best way to show people true things is from a direction that they had not imagined the truth coming, nor that the majesty and the magic of belief and dreams could...
I would have given my life for you, she whispered, sadly.Live, said the monk.You shall be revenged, said the fox. The onmyoji who did this to you will learn what it means to take something from a fox.
I will be a wise and tolerant monarch, dispencing justice fairly, and only setting nightmares to rip out the winds of the evil and the wicked. Or just anybody that I don't like.
I watch my heart disappearing into her rosebud mouth. My Valentine's jest somehow seems less funny.
I think I would rather be a man than a god. We don’t need anyone to believe in us. We just keep going anyhow. It’s what we do.
I still feels like I done when I was a tiny slip of a thing, making daisy chains in the old pasture. You’re always you, and that don’t change, and you’re always changing, and there’s nothing you can d...
I gain my freedom on the day the moon loses her daughter, if that occurs in a week when two Mondays come together. I await it with patience.