As sure as water’s wet and days are long and a friend will always disappoint you in the end.
The stuff you bring back from dreams is free.
America was, to them, the place that good people went to when they died. They were prepared to believe just about anything could happen in America.
Diana used to tell me she had a travel jinx, something I only really started to believe when the plane door fell off.
A god’s relationship to the world, even a world in which he was walking, was about as emotionally connected as that of a computer gamer playing with knowledge of the overall shape of the game and armed with a complete set of cheat codes.
How would you feel about life if Death was your older sister?
If he didn’t care about you, you couldn’t upset him.
It stared at them, and it paused for a hundred years, which transpired in a dozen heart beats.
And, selfish and scared, I wonder how much more he has to give.
It has occasionally been remarked upon that it is as easy to overlook something large and obvious as it is to overlook something small and niggling, and that the large things one overlooks often cause problems.
Friday’s a free day. A woman’s day.
And I would try and walk far enough away that people would not assume I was with him.
The moonlight was enough. It would do.
Stories are in one way or another mirrors. We use them to explain to ourselves how the world works or how it doesn’t work. Like mirrors stories prepare us for the day to come. They distract us from the things in darkness.
You can’t run away from home without destroying somebody’s world.
He goes his way. We travel a spiral. The quickest way is sometimes the longest.
You can always cheat an honest man, but it takes more work.
I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies.
You’re sick. Sick and evil and weird.
For some, it was easier to take the leap from the leafless tree and dance on nothing until dancing was done.