To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.
So many things to see, people to do.
She decides to make a list of the things that make her happy. She writes ‘plum-blossom’ at the top of a piece of paper. Then she stares at the paper, unable to think of anything else. Eventually it begins to get dark.
Whither thou goest...
What need, Dunstan wondered, could someone have of the storm-filled eggshells?
He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn’t occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.
I believe that anyone who claims to know what’s going on will lie about the little things too.
Not knowing everything is all that makes it OK, sometimes...
Stories are made up by people who make them up. If they work, they get retold. There’s the magic of it.
I mean, maybe I am crazy. I mean, maybe. But if this is all there is, then I don’t want to be sane.
There is a proverbial saying chiefly concerned with warning against too closely calculating the numerical value of un-hatched chicks.
The right song can turn an emperor into a laughingstock, can bring down dynasties.
Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time.
That’s the trouble with you young people. You think because you ain’t been here long, you know everything. In my life I already forgot more than you ever know.
A novel seemed the easiest way to get what I had had in my head into the inside of other people’s heads. Books are good that way.
Human beings do not like being pushed about by gods. They may seem to, on the surface, but somewhere on the inside, underneath it all, they sense it, and they resent it.
Belinda stared into the fire for some time, thinking about what she had in her life, and what she had given up; and whether it would be worse to love someone who was no longer there, or not to love someone who was.
Adventures are all very well in their place, but there’s a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.
Have been unavoidably detained by the world. Expect us when you see us.
It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers.