Anyone who calls you “little lady” has already excluded you from the set of people worth listening to.
It is sometimes a mistake to climb. It is always a mistake to never make the attempt.
What a refreshing mind you have, young man. There really is nothing quite like total ignorance, is there?
I remember making that vow, the one not to forget. Not to remember what happened, but to remember who I was and how I felt.
When things go wrong, this is what you should do. Make good art.
Make glorious and fantastic mistakes.
This is not a place, after all. It is BETWEEN places. This is NOWHERE. A brief thought: I could stay here, abandon my quest, hang forever in the void, safe and cold and alone.
She found herself to be quite worried that something would jump out at her, so she began to whistle. She thought it might make it harder for things to jump out at her, if she was whistling.
Can’t make an omelette without killing a few people.
I already killed you once today, what does it take to teach some people?
Give me boredom. At least I know where I’m going to eat and sleep tonight.
Time is fluid here’, said the Demon.
The only thing that kept me going was stories. Stories are hope. They take you out of yourself for a bit, and when you get dropped back in, you’re different- you’re stronger, you’ve seen more, you’ve felt more. Stories are like spiritual currency.
I watch with envious eyes and mind, the single-souled who dare not feel The wind that blows beyond the moon, who do not hear the fairy reel.
When I was young I was a fool. So wrap me up in dreams and death.
You could fire a machine gun randomly through the pages of Lord of the Rings and never hit any women.
It does not matter where you come from, if you walk toward the truth you will reach it, whatever path you take.
Sometimes big things happen, and they echo. Those echoes crash across worlds. They are the ripples in the fabric of things. Often they manifest as storms. Reality is a fragile thing, after all.
Notoriety wasn’t as good as fame, but was heaps better than obscurity.
He had read books, newspapers and magazines. He knew that if you ran away you sometimes met bad people who did bad things to you; but he had also read fairy tales, so he knew that there were kind people out there, side by side with the monsters.