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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 4cc41e2 | That's an Anansi story. 'Course, all stories are Anansi stories. Even this one. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| eae5f2c | 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." | Neil Gaiman | ||
| acc7728 | 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. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| cac1b9b | 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.. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 0769ab6 | 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. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| d22a8d3 | 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.. | neil-gaiman quotes trigger-warning | Neil Gaiman | |
| d41417c | 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. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 08d6e61 | 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. | moon neil-gaiman the-moon trigger-warning | Neil Gaiman | |
| 8a11e2d | A click: the sound of a switchblade opening, empty, lonely and dark. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| f24609f | 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? | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 0900b56 | 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. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 478f170 | 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." | Neil Gaiman | ||
| d540d86 | 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." | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 32fe827 | 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. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 7a7ecc7 | 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.. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 6fde5e8 | 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. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 28f7d8d | In May I received an anonymous Mother's Day card. This puzzled me. I would have noticed if I had ever had children, surely? | Neil Gaiman | ||
| cb2846b | Over all this lay Hoppie's dictum: First with the head and then with the heart. Winning was something you worked at intellectually, emotion clouds the mind and is its natural enemy. This made for a loneliness which often let me aching to share an emotion but equally afraid that if I did so I would reveal a weakness which could later be used against me. | winning winning-from-within | Bryce Courtenay | |
| 5d07f5c | I felt clean, all the bone-beaked loneliness birds banished, their rocky nests turned to river stones. Cool, clear water bubbled over them, streams in the desert. | beginnings endings inspirational triumph | Bryce Courtenay | |
| 923a717 | The rapacious white tribe who were arriving in increasing numbers, not only as convicts but also as settlers, wanted to own everything they touched. They slashed and burned the wilderness so that they might graze their sheep and grow their corn. They erected fences around the land they now called their own and which henceforth they were prepared to defend with muskets and sometimes even their lives. They built church steeples and prison wal.. | Bryce Courtenay | ||
| 7f0097c | The thing about fires most people don't realise is the noise. It's deafening so even if you shout, you can't be heard three feet away. You can never quite get used to the fury of it, it's like a mighty roar of anger that just keeps going. I suppose flame is beautiful, the way it leaps into the air like it's free to do what it wants. Other elements are also free and I guess the sea can be pretty awesome, wind too, and lightning, but fire has.. | flame | Bryce Courtenay | |
| 4f8c41c | Inspiring isn't the same as plotting. | Jeffery Deaver | ||
| eb87611 | Love, son, is not manifest in the gift of gadgets or coddling foods or rooms of one's own. Love shows itself in discipline and example and sacrifice--even giving up one's life. | Jeffery Deaver | ||
| f9605e5 | WHEN YOU MOVE THEY CAN'T GETCHA 'A | Jeffery Deaver | ||
| d7aae19 | Down to Gehenna or up to the throne, / He who travels fastest who travels alone... | Jeffery Deaver | ||
| 01d3676 | The creatures I had seen were not men, had never been men. They were animals--humanised animals--triumphs of vivisection. | Jeffery Deaver | ||
| 8ce5322 | Hollow then produced Kobel's tax returns for the past three years. | Jeffery Deaver | ||
| cda8c0f | most stress they experience comes from inappropriately managed commitments they make or accept. | David Allen | ||
| bf1111e | Ugliness is a concept that we happen on later and become self-conscious about. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 7b86be0 | I lie here sleeping, and these people are the fragments of my bloodless dreaming. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 691d7ae | What ever happened to happy endings? They got them on shows at Saturday matinees. | happy-endings | Ray Bradbury | |
| a48f3c5 | The man was cold as an albino frog. | frog | Ray Bradbury | |
| 1860bb9 | Not everyone born free and equal, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other; then all are happy, for there are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against. So! A book is a loaded gun in the house next door. Burn it. Take the shot from the weapon. Breach man's mind. Who knows who might be the target of the well-read man. Me? I won't stomach them for a minute. | society | Ray Bradbury | |
| acd752d | For it is a mad world and it will get madder if we allow the minorities, be they dwarf or giant, orangutan or dolphin, nuclear-head or water-conservationist, pro-computerologist or Neo-Luddite, simpleton or sage, to interfere with aesthetics. The real world is the playing ground for each and every group, to make or unmake laws. But the tip of the nose of my books or stories or poems is where their rights end and my territorial imperatives b.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| b2a7266 | Ray Bradbury said it best: "Your intuition knows what it wants to write, so get out of the way." | Chris Baty | ||
| 6050666 | With school turning out more runners, jumpers, racers, tinkerers, grabbers, snatchers, fliers, and swimmers instead of examiners, critics, knowers, and imaginative creators, the word 'intellectual,' of course, became the swear word it deserved to be. You always dread the unfamiliar. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 07e9a03 | If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. Let him forget there is such a thing as war. If the government is inefficient, top-heavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it. Peace, Montag. Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iow.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 7386130 | It's not books you need, it's some of the things that once were in books. The same things could be in the "parlour families" today. The same infinite detail and awareness could be projected through the radios and televisors, but are not." | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 731f100 | I think I begin to see where everything fell apart. The books I read, jetsam to you. Junk. Why didn't we realize that ten years back?" "Lots of things you don't notice when you're-" he slowed- "in love"." -- | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 2fb01b2 | In the sunlight, snow melts, crystals evaporate into a steam, into nothing. In the firelight, vapors dance and vanish. In the core of a volcano, fragile things burst and disappear. The girl, in the gunfire, in the heat, in the concussion, folded like a soft scarf, melted like a crystal figurine. What was left of her, ice, snowflake, smoke, blew away in the wind. The tiller seat was empty. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 033fab3 | I ti obichash da plachesh, no ne si go priznavash. Naplache li se chovek, vsichko mu minava. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| a573ba3 | Mr. Shaw fixed his eyes on a star some twenty light-years away. "What are we?" he asked. "Why, we are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts. Creation turns in its abyss. We have bothered it, dreaming ourselves to shapes. The void is filled with slumbers; ten.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 94305ba | I guess I'm everything they say I am, all right. I haven't any friends. That's supposed to prove I'm abnormal. But everyone I know is either shouting or dancing around like wild or beating up one another. Do you notice how people hurt each other nowadays? | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 1056c5c | The girl stopped and looked as if she might pull back in surprise, but instead stood regarding Montag with eyes so dark and shining and alive, that he felt he had said something quite wonderful. But he knew his his mouth had only moved to say hello, | Ray Bradbury |