I'm a has-been. Who the fuck cares about me?Shadows said softly, You're a god.Wednesday looked at him sharply. [...] So?It's a good thing to be a god, said ShadowIs it?
I wish I could purr, too. I would have purred then.
I think I've got Fear down, but how do I take it all the way up to Terror?
I remembered something somebody had once said to me. It's okay. Everyday is freshly ground.
I made a list of inventions the world would be better off without and, one by one, I uninvented them all.
I like stories where women save themselves.
I don’t think there is such a thing as a bad book for children. Every now and again it becomes fashionable among some adults to point at a subset of children’s books, a genre, perhaps, or an author, a...
I am anti-life, the Beast of Judgment. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds…of everything. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?I am hope.
He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity.
He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity. He imagined he could see the very faces of the...
He felt her heart beating against his chest. The moment began to transmute, and he wondered if there was something he should do. He wondered if he should kiss her. He wondered if he wanted to kiss her...
Family is who you survive with when you need to survive - even if you do not like them.
Cats don't have shoulders, not like people do. But the cat shrugged, in one smooth movement that started at the tip of it's tail and ended in a raised movement of its whiskers.
Bricks without straw are more easily made than imagination without memories,’ said Lord Dunsany.
Because,' she said, 'when you're scared but you still do it anyway, brave.
A story that began with, and exists because of, my love of the remoter parts of Scotland, where the bones of the Earth show through, and the sky is a pale white, and it's all astoundingly beautiful, a...
Jesus. Low-Key Lyesmith, said Shadow. and then he heard what he was saying and he understood. Loki, he said. Loki Lie-smith.You're slow, said Loki, but you get there in the end. And his lips twisted i...
It's like 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 go, you take yourself with you.
It always ends. That's what gives it value.
I sometimes imagine I would like my ashes to be scattered in a library. But then the librarians would just have to come in early the next morning to sweep them up again, before the people got there.