I belong in the refrigerator. Because the truth is, I’m just food for a superhero. He’ll eat up my death and get the energy he needs to become a legend.
Mug your destiny in an alley and punch it until it gives you what you want.
Endings are rubbish. No such thing. Never has been, never will be. There is only the place where you choose to stop talking. Everything else goes on forever.
Finally, she said: “I’m lonely” – it’s weird but you tell the wolves things, sometimes. You can’t help it, all these old wounds come open and suddenly you’re confessing to a wolf who never says anything back. She said: “I’m lonely,” and they ate her in the street.
Did I not come to you on my knees with a kingdom in my hand?
I’ll put this in words you can understand: humans are hideous, pain-guzzling, pollution-spouting space monsters who might threaten our way of life. Now, how does that usually pan out in the movies, kitten? At least we let you try to convince us we’re wrong. I doubt you asked the dodo birds what they thought about it before you blasted the last one in the face with a blunderbuss.
Some small ones learn to stitch together a Coat of Scowls or a Scarf of Jokes to hide their Hearts. Some hammer up a Fort of Books to protect theirs.
Dying happens to everyone, even stars. Even the stuff between the stars. But if you believe in yourself and achieve your goals, you can die so hard that no one will ever forget you, and that’s almost as good as not dying at all. Well, it isn’t, really, it isn’t at all, and believing and achieving is just something sportscasters say, but what are you gonna do, not die? Try it. I’ll wait.
What mirrors we are, set to face each other, reflecting desire.
Love me, and I will laugh for you, and if you can make me laugh, my laughter will, quite simply, ransom the whole of the world from death.
I abandoned her. It’s the one capital crime of fatherhood. Mothers can fail a thousand different ways. A father’s only job is: do not abandon this child.
Tamburlaine’s house seemed more a place where books kept their people than where people kept their books.
I still want to kiss you. To feel the life in you seize on the life in me. Raw and fresh and new.
She’d thought she left feeling helpless behind long ago – only we never leave helpless behind. It is a country in which we all hold passports.
How else are you supposed to deal with people who like terrible things? Hit them with a shovel till they stop, that’s how.
Coffee is a kind of magic you can drink.
Clothes are a story you choose to tell about yourself, a different one every day.
She’s an old woman possessed of great powers – but aren’t all old women possessed of great powers? Occupational hazard, I think.
I have to do it myself. That’s what a Queen does. She saves herself.
She had a highly developed sense of humor which in some lights looked a bit like a sense of justice.