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Will you go back?" asked the Lord of the Gallows. "To America?" "Nothing to go back for," said Shadow, and as he said it he knew it was a lie. "Things wait for you there," said the old man. "But they will wait until you return." --
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Writers live in houses other people built.
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That's an Anansi story. 'Course, all stories are Anansi stories. Even this one.
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Well, you're grown-ups," she said, in a tone of voice that did its best to imply that they weren't, and that even if they were they shouldn't be."
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Songs remain. They last. The right song can turn an emperor into a laughingstock, can bring down dynasties. A song can last long after the events and the people in it are dust and dreams and gone. That's the power of songs.
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Destiny sees things as they are, not as we would wish them to be. He knows there are no stories, only the illusion of stories: threads and patterns that seem to appear in the pages of existence given meaning and significance by the observer. Destiny observes worlds and molecules like motes of dust hanging in a sunbeam: every movement, every moment inevitable. Destiny walks the paths of his garden, a place of forks and paths which combine an..
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No echo de menos ser un nino, pero echo de menos el placer que me producian las pequenas cosas, por mas que las cosas importantes se estuvieran desmoronando. No podia controlar el mundo en el que vivia, no podia huir de las cosas, la gente o los momentos que me hacian dano, pero disfrutaba como un enano de lo que me hacia feliz.
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There. Consider yourself warned. There are so many little triggers out there, being squeezed in the darkness even as I write this. This book is correctly labeled. Now all we have to worry about is all the other books, and, of course, life, which is huge and complicated and will not warn you before it hurt's you. Thank you for coming. Enjoy the things that never happened. Secure your own mask again after you read these stories, but do not fo..
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But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?' 'Easy,' said the cat. 'Think of somebody walking around the world. You start out walking away from something and end up coming back to it.
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The lovelorn came, too. The alone. The lunatics-they were brought here, sometimes. Got their name from the moon, it was only fair the moon had a chance to fix things.
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A click: the sound of a switchblade opening, empty, lonely and dark.
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Why do we need the things in books? The poems, the essays, the stories? Authors disagree. Authors are human and fallible and foolish. Stories are lies after all, tales of people who never existed and the things that never actually happened to them. Why should we read them? Why should we care?
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There. Consider yourself warned. There are so many little triggers out there, being squeezed in the darkness even as I write this. This book is correctly labeled. Now all we have to worry about is all the other books, and, of course, life, which is huge and complicated and will not warn you before it hurts you.
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How are your dear mother and father?" asked Miss Spink. "Missing," said Coraline. "I haven't seen either of them since yesterday. I'm on my own. I think I've probably become a single child family."
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What's happening?" he asked. The Marquis spared him a glance, and then returned his gaze to the action in front of them. "You," he said, "are out of your depth, in deep shit, and, I would imagine, a few hours away from an untimely and undoubtedly messy end. We on the other hand are auditioning bodyguards."
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I gain my freedom on the day the moon loses her daughter, if that occurs in a week when two Mondays come together. I await it with patience.
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There are stories that are true, in which each individual's tale is unique and tragic, and the worst of the tragedy is that we have heard it before, and we cannot allow ourselves to feel it too deeply. We build a shell around it like an oyster dealing with a painful particle of grit, coating it with smooth pearl layers in order to cope. This is how we walk and talk and function, day in, day out, immune to others' pain and loss. If it were t..
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They will fall. Soon they will fall and the star people will meet the earth people. There will be heroes among them, and men who will slay monsters and bring knowledge, but none of them will be gods. This is a poor place for gods.
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In May I received an anonymous Mother's Day card. This puzzled me. I would have noticed if I had ever had children, surely?
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Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything,' Ray said once, in an interview. He gave people so many reasons to love him. We did. And, so far, we have not forgotten.
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Fantasy--and all fiction is fantasy of one kind or another--is a mirror. A distorting mirror, to be sure, and a concealing mirror, set at forty-five degrees to reality, but it's a mirror nonetheless, which we can use to tell ourselves things we might not otherwise see. (Fairy tales, as G. K Chesterton once said, are more than true. Not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be defeated.)
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The man with the dark hair sighs, and explains that his friend won't be coming back, and thus she won't be paid for her time, or for her trouble. And then, seeing the hurt in her eyes, and taking pity on her, he examines the golden threads in his mind, watches the matrix, follows the money until he spots a node, and tells her that if she's outside Treasure Island at 6:00 A.M., thirty minutes after she gets off work, she'll meet an oncologis..
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Content isn't king. Conversation is.
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Every Pirate Wants to Be an Admiral IT'S NOT AS though this is the first time we've had to rethink what copyright is, what it should do, and whom it should serve. The activities that copyright regulates--copying, transmission, display, performance--are technological activities, so when technology changes, it's usually the case that copyright has to change, too. And it's rarely pretty. When piano rolls were invented, the composers, whose inc..
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If literature is the world, then fantasy and horror are twin cities, divided by a river of black water. The Horror place is a rather more dangerous place, or it should be: you can walk around Fantasy alone. And if Horror and Fantasy are cities, then H. P. Lovecraft is the kind of long street that runs from the outskirts of one city to the end of the other. It began life as a minor thoroughfare, and is now a six-lane highway, built up on eve..
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Oh dear...I've never really liked the Yanks.
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When I was a boy, Ray Bradbury picked stories from his books of short stories he thought younger readers might like and published them as R Is for Rocket and S Is for Space. Now I was doing the same sort of thing, and I asked Ray if he'd mind if I called this book M Is for Magic. (He didn't.) M is for magic. All the letters are, if you put them together properly. You can make magic with them, and dreams, and, I hope, even a few surprises...
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I remember my own childhood vividly ... I knew terrible things. But I knew I mustn't let adults know I knew. It would scare them.' Maurice Sendak,
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That is the nature of time. It flows faster when it was younger and the course is narrower: at the end of all things time has spread and slowed, lik oil spilled on a still pond.
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Crowley's London flat was the epitome of style. It was everything that a flat should be: spacious, white, elegantly furnished, and with that designer unlived in look that only comes from not being lived in.
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How do you think it will happen?' 'Well, thermonuclear extinction has always been very popular. Although the big boys are being quite polite to each other at the moment.' 'Asteroid strike?' said Aziraphale. 'Quite the fashion these days, I understand. Strike into the Indian Ocean, great big cloud of dust and vapour, goodbye all higher life forms.' 'Wow,' said Crowley. taking care to exceed the speed limit. Every little helped. 'Doesn't bea..
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Oh, the grand old Duke of York He had Ten Thousand Men
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When I agreed to give this address, I started trying to think what the best advice I'd been given over the years was. And it came from Stephen King twenty years ago, at the height of the success of Sandman. I was writing a comic that people loved and were taking seriously. King had like Sandman and my novel with Terry Pratchett, Good Omens, and he saw a madness, the long signing lines, all that, and his advice was this: "This is really grea..
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Then he lit some incense, which was not necessary but did make the place smell nice.
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Do you know what this is? .. This is a Sainsbury's plant mister
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They) weren't, when you got right down to it,
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Bricks without straw are more easily made than imagination without memories,' said Lord Dunsany.
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I don't think there is such a thing as a bad book for children. Every now and again it becomes fashionable among some adults to point at a subset of children's books, a genre, perhaps, or an author, and to declare them bad books, books that children should be stopped from reading. I've seen it happen over and over; Enid Blyton was declared a bad author, so was R. L. Stine, so were dozens of others. Comics have been decried as fostering illi..
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I remember my own childhood vividly . . . I knew terrible things. But I knew I mustn't let adults know I knew. It would scare them.' Maurice Sendak, in conversation with Art Spiegelman, The New Yorker, 27 September 1993
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I remember my own childhood vividly . . . I knew terrible things. But I knew I mustn't let adults know I knew. It would scare them." MAURICE SENDAK, IN CONVERSATION WITH ART SPIEGELMAN, THE NEW YORKER, SEPTEMBER 27, 1993"
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HMS Belfast is a gunship of 11,000 tons, commissioned in 1939, which saw active service in the Second World War. Since then it has been moored on the south bank of the Thames, in postcard-land, between Tower Bridge and London Bridge, opposite the Tower of London. From its deck one can see St. Paul's Cathedral and the gilt top of the columnlike Monument to the Great Fire of London erected, as so much of London was erected, by Christopher Wre..
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The boundaries of our country, sir? Why sir, onto the north we are bounded by the Aurora Borealis, on the east we are bounded by the rising sun, on the south we are bounded by the procession of the Equinoxes, and on the west by the Day of Judgement. --THE AMERICAN JOE MILLER'S JEST BOOK S
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The boundaries of our country, sir? Why sir, onto the north we are bounded by the Aurora Borealis, on the east we are bounded by the rising sun, on the south we are bounded by the procession of the Equinoxes, and on the west by the Day of Judgement. --THE AMERICAN JOE MILLER'S JEST BOOK
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The boundaries of our country, sir? Why sir, onto the north we are bounded by the Aurora Borealis, on the east we are bounded by the rising sun, on the south we are bounded by the procession of the Equinoxes, and on the west by the Day of Judgement. - The American Joe Miller's Jest Book
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