For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.
Being scared isn’t the problem. It’s not running away that’s the hard part.
Once upon a time – for that is how all stories should begin – there was a boy who lost his mother.
I’m a ghost,” said the small figure, then added, a little uncertainly, “Boo?
It is one thing to be brave in front of others, perhaps for fear of being branded a coward and becoming diminished in their eyes, but another entirely to be brave when there is nobody to witness your courage. The latter is an elemental bravery, a strength of spirit and character.
When Louis relaxed, it was an indication that a threat was at hand and he was preparing to act, as when an archer releases a breath simultaneously with the flight of an arrow, channeling all of the tension into the flighted missile itself.
No matter how hard Evil tries, it can never quite match up to the power of Good, because Evil is ultimately self-destructive. Evil may set out to corrupt others, but in the process corrupts itself.
A demon obsessed with being human is a demon no longer.
Stories wanted to be read, David’s mother would whisper. They needed it. It was the reason they forced themselves from their world into ours. They wanted us to give them life.
Misery loved company, but damnation needed it.
But some gifts are worse than curses, and the dark side of the gift is that they know. The lost, the stragglers, those who should not have been taken but were, the innocents, the struggling, tormented shades, the gathering ranks of the dead, they know. And they come.
War merely gives people an excuse to indulge themselves further, to murder with impunity.
You pay by the hour, even if the job only takes five minutes. I don’t do fractions.
Slow animals always become prey in the end.