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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 13929f3 | They were at the end of their journey, but as far as ever, it seemed, from the end of their quest. | journey quest | J.R.R. Tolkien | |
| 38695b5 | He halted amazed, thinking that he had strayed into a dream, or else that he had received the gift of the Elf-minstrels, who can make the things of which they sing appear before the eyes of those that listen. | Tolkien J.R.R | ||
| 8aba6a7 | As far as he could remember, Sam slept through the night in deep content, if logs are contented. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| bd1f66b | Some time ago I began to wonder how Orcs dared to pass through my woods so freely,' he went on. 'Only lately did I guess that Saruman was to blame, and that long ago he had been spying out all the ways, and discovering my secrets. He and his foul folk are making havoc now. Down on the borders they are felling trees - good trees. Some of the trees they just cut down and leave to rot - orc-mischief that; but most are hewn up and carried off t.. | J.R.R. Tolkien | ||
| 56c74e8 | I keep telling you: it's the mystery that endures. Not the explanation | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 081957b | I loved that place as if it was a part of me, and perhaps, in some ways, it was. | part-of-me places | Neil Gaiman | |
| 54f3528 | There, that wasn't as bad as I had feared," he said cheerfully. "I've got my hammer back. And I had a good dinner. Let's go home." | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 944fcf8 | But if this is all there is, then I don't want to be sane. You know? | Neil Gaiman | ||
| ead686d | Few of us now have seen the stars as folk saw them then--our cities and towns cast too much light into the night--but, from the village of Wall, the stars were laid out like worlds or like ideas, uncountable as the trees in a forest or the leaves on a tree. Tristan would stare into the darkness of the sky until he thought of nothing at all, and then he would go back to his bed and sleep like a dead man. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| d58eb69 | ourselves in those moments, where the trigger has been squeezed, is this: the past is not dead. There are things that wait for us, patiently, in the dark corridors of our lives. We think we have moved on, put them out of mind, left them to desiccate and shrivel and blow away; but we are wrong. They have been waiting there in the darkness, working out, practicing their most vicious blows, their sharp hard thoughtless punches into the gut, ki.. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 3d3f4cf | We must have bearers, and outriders, and perhaps an elephant -- they are so imposing, nothing says 'Get out of the way' quite like an elephant in the front . . . | elephants | Neil Gaiman | |
| 048ed0c | Mr. Croup began to laugh. It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 7dd561d | Mrs. Whitaker found the Holy Grail; it was under a fur coat. | humor neil-gaiman | Neil Gaiman | |
| 85cdbf4 | People named Tinkerbell name their daughters Susan. | neil-gaiman smoke-and-mirrors susan tinkerbell | Neil Gaiman | |
| 40bf44d | It occurred to me then that the man might not be mad; I found this far more disquieting than the alternative. | murder-mysteries neil-gaiman smoke-and-mirrors | Neil Gaiman | |
| 3feff3e | And then it crumbled in his hand. It was just dust... Sand... A glittering, multicolored sand that fell away into the chilly wind at the end of the world. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 8bcecbf | I will not be my father's dog. | baldur dogs father odin shadow | Neil Gaiman | |
| 63a11d6 | Poetry ain't what you'd call truth. There ain't room enough in the verses. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 5f47b47 | Shadow walked the meadow, making his own slow circles around the trunk of the tree, gradually widening his circle. Sometimes he would stop and pick something up: a flower, or a leaf, or a pebble, or a twig, or a blade of grass. He would examine it minutely, as if concentrating entirely on the twigness of the twig, the leafness of the leaf, as if he were seeing it for the first time. Easter found herself reminded of the gaze of a baby, at th.. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| f659e04 | In winter the men would fight and fart and sing and sleep and wake and fight again, and the women would shake their heads and sew and knit and mend. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 9b6cbd9 | He had imagined Scotland as being a soft place, all gentle heathery hills, but here on the north coast everything seemed sharp and jutting, even the grey clouds that scudded across the pale blue sky. It was as if the bones of the world showed through. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 9b04853 | And I've already spent too much time Doing things I didn't want to So if I want to drink alone dressed like a pirate Or look like a dyke Or wear high heels and lipstick Or hide in a convent Or try to be mayor Or marry a writer Smoke crack and slash tires Make jokes you don't like Or paint ducks and retire You can bet your black ass that I'm going to. --from An Evening With Neil Gaiman & Amanda Palmer, 2013 | Amanda Palmer | ||
| 72e46d8 | Sempre quis saber o que aconteceu com as criancas depois que voaram para longe... | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 380d11a | It is only a gesture," he said, turning back to Shadow. "But gestures mean everything. The death of one dog symbolizes the death of all dogs." | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 2d79e3f | Names. Names. The old woman squinted, then she shook her head. She was herself, and the name she had been born with had been eaten by time and lack of use. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 47cb548 | Wednesday was talking to him. "I'm sorry?" said Shadow. "I said we're here," said Wednesday. "You were somewhere else." | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 10747f0 | They heard a distant rumbling, like thunder on the peaks, or mountains crumbling, or huge waves crashing to shore, and the earth shook with each rumble. "My husband is coming home," said the giantess. "I hear his gentle footsteps in the distance." | Neil Gaiman | ||
| aaf13d3 | I have always felt," he said, "that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats the final sanctuary of the terminally inept." | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 08dda63 | Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are | Michael R. Underwood | ||
| a8460c8 | I believe I have the right to think and say the wrong things. I believe your remedy for that should be to argue with me or to ignore me, and that I should have the same remedy for the wrong things that I believe you think. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 86e36d8 | I would not have understood that the best way to show people true things is from a direction that they had not imagined the truth coming, nor that the majesty and the magic of belief and dreams could be a vital part of life and of writing. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| ab78726 | He stopped for a moment, and he thought about people, and about things, and about how hard it is to do anything for the first time. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 5f93ce4 | I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen--I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look l.. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 71bf144 | Books were safer than other people anyway. (...) I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| e179679 | Rock City begins as an ornamental garden on a mountain side: its visitors walk a path that takes them through rocks, over rocks, between rocks. They throw corn into a deer enclosure, cross a hanging bridge, and peer out through a-quarter-a-throw binoculars at a view that promises them seven states on the rare sunny days when the air is perfectly clear. And from there, like a drop into some strange hell, the path takes visitors, millions upo.. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 3485791 | He thought about going out and buying a Sunday paper but decided not to. Arnold Stockton, Jessica's boss, a many-chinned, self-made caricature of a man, owned all the Sunday papers that Rupert Murdoch had failed to buy. His own papers talked about him, and so did the rest. Reading a Sunday paper would, Richard suspected, probably end up reminding him of the dinner had failed to attend on Friday night. So instead Richard had a long hot bath .. | sandwich-therapy | Neil Gaiman | |
| 5343fa2 | I would have given my life for you," she whispered, sadly. "Live," said the monk. "You shall be revenged," said the fox. "The onmyoji who did this to you will learn what it means to take something from a fox." | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 1dd75f7 | Things like that, they're too vicious to die. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 732a0f6 | Trolls can smell the rainbow, trolls can smell the stars. Trolls can smell the dreams you dreamed before you were ever born. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 35125d6 | He was looking at Mr. Nancy, an old black man with a pencil moustache, in his check sports jacket and his lemon yellow gloves, riding a carousel lion as it rose and lowered, high in the air; and, at the same time, in the same place, he saw a jeweled spider as high as a horse, its eyes an emerald nebula, strutting, staring down at him; and simultaneously he was looking at an extraordinarily tall man with teak colored skin and three sets of a.. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 23b9554 | Stories are, in one way or another, mirrors. We use them to explain to ourselves how the world works or how it doesn't work. Like mirrors, stories prepare us for the day to come. They distract us from the things in the darkness. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| bf92015 | I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise and sheer blind luck. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 225130c | I feel like I'm in a world with its own sense of logic. Its own rules. Like when you're in a dream, and you know there are rules you mustn't break. Even if you don't know what they mean. I'm just going along with it, you know? | Neil Gaiman | ||
| cb8ea17 | You can take your gold, but afterwards, things are, things are . There is less beauty in a rainbow, less meaning in a sermon, less joy in a kiss...Less. | folklore morals | Neil Gaiman |