Wednesday walked out into the firelight, a big old man with a glass eye in a brown suit and an old Armani coat.
See the world,’ said Bod. ‘Get into trouble. Get out of trouble again. Visit jungles and volcanoes and deserts and islands. And people. I want to meet an awful lot of people.
A plop of rain hit me on the face, one of those early raindrops that turns up five minutes ahead of all the others to let you know it’s time to get indoors.
Mr. Ibis spoke in explanations: a gentle, earnest lecturing that put Shadow in mind of a college professor who used to work out at the Muscle Farm and who could not talk, could only discourse, expound, explain. Shadow had figured out within the first few minutes of meeting Mr. Ibis that his expected part in any conversation with the funeral director was to say as little as possible.
Look, I don’t know why this happened to me. But it’s hard. You know why dead people only go out at night, puppy? Because it’s easier to pass for real, in the dark. And I don’t want to have to pass. I want to be alive.
Reason. It is no more reliable a tool than instinct, myth or dream. But it has the potential to be far more dangerous...
I need to know how you did it.” “I did it,” said Sweeney, with the air of one confiding a huge secret, “with panache and style.
Even if the brain has forgotten, perhaps the teeth remember. Or the fingers.
Our word Tragedy comes from the Greek, tragos-ode: “The song of the goat.” Anybody who has ever heard a goat attempt to sing will know why.
I could not have told you how old she was, which was one of the things about girls I had begun to hate.
The paths of London Below are not the paths of London Above: they rely to no little extent on things like belief and opinion and tradition as much as they rely upon the realities of maps. De.
We picked some pea pods, opened them and ate the peas inside. Peas baffled me. I could not understand why grown-ups would take things that tasted so good when they were freshly-picked and raw, and put them in tin cans, and make them revolting.
He raised the hammer and slammed it down on Skrymir’s forehead. Skrymir opened one eye sleepily. “I think a leaf just fell on my head and woke me up,” he said.
There is hope for you,’ said the Queen. ‘You believe you are my only hope, but, truthfully, I am yours.
So go my little love. Touch the world. Eat their hearts and poison their dreams. Rip their nightmares into the daylight and scum their sleep with creeping fear.
It must be good,” said Silas, “to have somewhere that you belong. Somewhere that’s home.
His words came back to her then, in her time of need, as if he were standing close to her, his manly frame mere inches from her feminine curves, the very scent of his honest laboring body surrounding her like the headiest perfume, and she heard his words as if he were, that moment, whispering them in her ear.
He brought war into the world: battles are begun by throwing a spear at the hostile army, dedicating the battle and its deaths to Odin. If you survive in battle, it is with Odin’s grace, and if you fall it is because he has betrayed you.
Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything,” Ray said once, in an interview.
Where there is a monster, the wise American poet Ogden Nash told us, there is a miracle.