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.
It’s an artist’s job to show people the world they live in. We hold up mirrors.
Coraline wondered why so few of the adults she met made any sense.
Mostly you are what they think you are.
People pursue things. As soon as they have them they run away from them.
Walk any path in Destiny’s garden, and you will be forced to choose, not once but many times.
They all do the same things. They may think their sins are original, but for the most part they are petty and repetitive.
When you die, they can make you into diamonds now. It’s scientific. That’s how I want to be remembered. I want to shine.
Nobody will ever hurt her. She’ll just smile her faint vague wonderful smile and walk away.
Chantal is having a relationship with a sentence. Just one of those things. A chance meeting that grew into something important for the both of them.
Dreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of the past, and memories of the future...