She heard him mutter, 'Can you take away this grief?''I'm sorry,' she replied. 'Everyone asks me. And I would not do so even if I knew how. It belongs to you. Only time and tears take away grief; that is what they are for.
I'd rather be a rising ape than a falling angel.
It was quite impossible to describe. Here is what it looked like. It looked like a piano sounds shortly after being dropped down a well. It tasted yellow, and it felt Paisley. It smelled like the total eclipse of the moon.
God moves in extremely mysterious, not to say, circuitous ways. God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players, ie., everybody, to being involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.
In ancient times cats were worshipped as gods; they have not forgotten this.
Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness.
It's not worth doing something unless someone, somewhere, would much rather you weren't doing it.
The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.
Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil... prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon...
The intelligence of the creature known as a crowd, is the square root of the number of people in it.
Build a man a fire and he'll be warm for the night. Set a man on fire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.
If you trust in yourself. . .and believe in your dreams. . .and follow your star. . . you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.
Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft are written by men.
Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels.Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies.Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.Elves are terrific. They beget terror.The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed their meaning.No one ever said elves are nice.Elves are bad.
Never trust any complicated cocktail that remains perfectly clear until the last ingredient goes in, and then immediately clouds.
We're on a mission from Glod.
The truth may be out there, but lies are inside your head.
Other people say: hold on, if he's carrying the entire universe in a sack, right, that means he's carrying himself and the sack the sack, because the universe contains everything. Including him. And the sack, of course. Which contains him and the sack already. As it were.To which the reply is: well?
And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it's gone.
The calender of the Theocracy of Muntab counts down, not up. No-one knows why, but it might not be a good idea to hang around and find out.
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