You musn’t be afraid of the dark.’ ‘I’m not,’ said Shadow. ‘I’m afraid of the people in the dark.
Are you scared?’ asked Mr. Ibis. ‘Not really.’ ‘Well, try to cultivate the emotions of true awe and spiritual terror, as we walk. They are the appropriate feelings for the situation at hand.
A life that is, like any other, unlike any other.
The war had begun and nobody saw it. The storm was lowering and nobody knew it.
You are an analog girl, living in a digital world.
There are some as are what they are. And there are some as aren’t what they seem to be. And there are some as only seem to be what they seem to be.
Some of the things are the same no matter which world you’re in, kid. One of ’em is this: The quickest way out of something is usually straight through it.
I would feel infinitely more comfortable in your presence if you would agree to treat gravity as a law, rather than one of a number of suggested options.
It’s astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself into, if one works at it. And astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself out of, if one assumes that everything will, somehow or other, work out for the best.
They also held that the way to salvation was to give way to lust and temptation in all things. And no greater percentage of them turned up here than of any other religion. Amusing, isn’t it?
It’s easy, there’s a trick to it, you do it or you die.
There was nowhere they could have gone and they went there anyway.
Hey, that’s life, flick it off if you can’t take a joke.
The end of the story of Batman is he’s dead. Because, in the end, the Batman dies. What else am I going to do? Retire and play golf? It doesn’t work that way. It can’t. I fight until I drop. And one day, I will drop.
Recounting the strange is like telling one’s dreams: one can communicate the events of a dream, but not the emotional content, the way that a dream can colour one’s entire day.
I thought about moving south, about continuing to run, continuing to pretend I was alive. But it was, I knew now, much too late for that. There are doors, after all, between the living and the dead, and they swing in both directions.
I remembered something somebody had once said to me. It’s okay. Everyday is freshly ground.
You know how is it when you love someone? And the hard part, the bad part, the Jerry Springer Show part is that you never stop loving someone. There’s always a piece of them in your heart.
Talk is free but the wise man chooses when to spend his words.
For me, I would rather read a good book, from a contented author. I don’t really care what it takes to produce that.