Name the different kinds of people,’ said Miss Lupescu. ‘Now.’Bod thought for a moment. ‘The living,’ he said. ‘Er. The dead.’ He stopped. Then, ‘... Cats?’ he offered, uncertainly.
People tend to find books when they are ready for them.
Nearly' only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades.
I would like to see anyone, prophet, king or God, convince a thousand cats to do the same thing at the same time.
I wonder, Are fictions safe places? And then I ask myself, Should they be safe places?
I thought about adults. I wondered if that was true: if they were all really children wrapped in adult bodies...
Have you thought about what it means to be a god? asked the man. He had a beard and a baseball cap. It means you give up your mortal existence to become a meme: something that lives forever in people'...
Does it make you feel big to make a little boy cry?
Gods, religions and national boundaries are absolutely imaginary. They don't tend to exist. As soon as you pull back half a mile and look down at the Earth there are no national boundaries. There aren...
When the all-father in eagle form had almost reached the vats, with Suttung immediately behind him, Odin blew some of the mead out of his behind, a splattery wet fart of foul-smelling mead right in Su...
The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air--a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves.
Of course it was Loki. It's always Loki.
The quickest way is sometimes the longest.
You're playing with fire, she warned him.That's how I know I'm alive.
There was a table laid with jellies and trifles, with a party hat beside each place, and a birthday cake with seven candles on it in the center of the table. The cake had a book drawn on it, in icing....
The marquis de Carabas was not a good man, and he knew himself well enough to be perfectly certain that he was not a brave man. He had long since decided that the world, Above or Below, was a place th...
Mirrors,' she said, 'are never to be trusted.
I don't know. I had to be something, didn't I?
Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as if I spent my entire days sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commit acts they would otherwise find repulsive. 'The devi...
The lovelorn came, too. The alone. The lunatics-they were brought here, sometimes. Got their name from the moon, it was only fair the moon had a chance to fix things.