I feel like I'm in a world with its own sense of logic. Its own rules. Like when you're in a dream, and you know there are rules you mustn't break. Even if you don't know what they mean. I'm just goin...
I feel dirty. I feel tarnished. I feel befouled. Perhaps it is true that all that happens is in accordance with Your will, and thus it is good. But sometimes You leave blood on Your instruments.
I don't just randomly kill people... I kill people when it's funny.
I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled.
I couldn't get you to the ocean, but there was nothing stopping me bringing the ocean to you.
I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.
I can tell you this, you never say no to the opportunity to piss, to eat, or to get an half-hour's shut eye...
I am hope.
I already killed you once today, what does it take to teach some people?
Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of thing...
He would go somewhere no one knew him, and he would sit in a library all day and read books and listen to people breathing.
He was looking at Mr. Nancy, an old black man with a pencil moustache, in his check sports jacket and his lemon yellow gloves, riding a carousel lion as it rose and lowered, high in the air; and, at t...
He was alone in the darkness once more, but the darkness became brighter and brighter until it was burning like the sun.
He had heard about talking to plants in the early seventies, on Radio Four, and thought it was an excellent idea. Although talking is perhaps the wrong word for what Crowley did. What he did was put t...
Fuck you, said Czernobog. Fuck you and fuck your mother and fuck the fucking horse you fucking rode in on.
For a moment he thought she was about to hit him, which would have been bad, or even start crying, which would have been much, much worse.
Few of us now have seen the stars as folk saw them then—our cities and towns cast too much light into the night—but, from the village of Wall, the stars were laid out like worlds or like ideas, uncoun...
Fat Charlie blew his nose. I never knew I had a brother, he said.I did, said Spider. I always meant to look you up, but I got distracted. You know how it is.Not really.Things came up.What kind of thin...
Fair enough, said Thor. What’s the price? Freya’s hand in marriage. He just wants her hand? asked Thor hopefully. She had two hands, after all, and might be persuaded to give up one of them without to...
Dreams shape the world