What can the harvest hope for...
Some shadows are so long, they arrive before the light.
Fascism may be good at making the trains run on time, but you wouldn’t like some of the destinations.
Many feel they are called to the priesthood, but what they really hear is an inner voice saying, ‘It’s indoor work with no heavy lifting, do you want to be a ploughman like your father?’
I’m up to my neck in the real world, every day. Just you try doing your VAT return with a head full of goblins.
Getting an education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease.
A true beanie should have a propellor on the top.
Belief was never mentioned at home, but right actions were taught by daily example.
I dare say that quite a few people have contemplated death for reasons that much later seemed to them to be quite minor.
Life doesn’t happen in chapters – at least, not regular ones.
Actors, said Granny, witheringly. As if the world weren’t full of enough history without inventing more.
As a species, we are forever sticking our finger into the electric socket of the universe to see what will happen next.
I had a deprived childhood, you see. I had lots of other kids to play with and my parents bought me outdoor toys and refused to ill-treat me, so it never occurred to me to seek solitary consolation with a good book.
Granddad was superstitious about books. He thought that if you had enough of them around, education leaked out, like radioactivity.
All property is theft, except mine.
I don’t think I’ve ever been critical of the money Douglas Adams makes, especially since, as has been tactfully pointed out, I myself have had to change banks having filled the first one up.
The real world was far too real to leave neat little hints. It was full of too many things. It wasn’t by eliminating the impossible that you got to the truth, however improbable; it was by the much harder process of eliminating the possibilities.
This is where the gods play games with the lives of men, on a board which is at one and the same time a simple playing area and the whole world. And Fate always wins.
Creatures which, lacking mankind’s superior brain power, did not concern themselves with finding someone to blame, and instead tried to find someone to eat.
The mountains of madness have many little plateau of sanity.