Eyes as black and as shiny as chips of obsidian stared back into his. They were eyes like black holes, letting nothing out, not even information.
She had the feeling that the door was looking at her, which she knew was silly, and knew on a deeper level was somehow true.
I want to go home. Then he mentally underlined the last sentence three times, rewrote it in huge letters in red ink, and circled it before putting a number of exclamation marks next to it in his mental margin.
She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.
The tongue is the most remarkable. For we use it both to taste out sweet wine and bitter poison, thus also do we utter words both sweet and sout with the same tongue.
Of course, everyone's parents are embarrassing. It goes with the territory. The nature of parents is to embarrass merely by existing, just as it is the nature of children of a certain age to cringe with embarrassment, shame, and mortification should their parents so much as speak to them on the street.
If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.
The price of getting what you want is getting what once you wanted.
And he waited. It was only for a few seconds, but it felt like a small forever.
You're alive...That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you're dead, it's gone. Over. You've made what you've made, dreamed your dream, written your name.
Coraline shivered. She preferred her other mother to have a location: if she were nowhere, then she could be anywhere. And, after all, it is always easier to be afraid of something you cannot see.
The cafe door opened. A young man in dusty white leathers entered, and the wind blew in empty crisp packets and newspapers and ice cream wrappers in with him. They danced around his feet like excited children, then fell exhausted to the floor.
And, too ignorant to be scared, too young to be awed, Tristan Thorn traveled beyond the fields we know...
It is neither fair nor unfair, Nobody Owens. It simply is
He ordered a family pack of chicken, and sat and finished it off without any help from anyone else in his family.
The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names.
I'm going to go home. Everything is going to be normal again. Boring again. Wonderful again.
The only ones who ever come here from your lands are the minstrels, and the lovers, and the mad. And you don't look like much of a minstrel, and you're- pardon me for saying so lad, but it's true- ordinary as cheese crumbs. So it's love if you ask me.
There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.
People take on the shapes of the songs and the stories that surround them, especially if they don't have their own song.
It has been said that civilization is twenty-four hours and two meals away from barbarism.
The thin girl was gulping down one of Richard's bananas in what was, Richard reflected, the least erotic display of banana-eating he had ever seen.
Because there are mysteries. Because there are things that people are forbidden to speak about. Because there are things they do not remember.
You're always you, and that don't change, and you're always changing, and there's nothing you can do about it.
Her other mother smiled brightly and the hair on her head drifted like plants under the sea.
The ducks in St James's Park are so used to being fed bread by secret agents meeting clandestinely that they have developed their own Pavlovian reaction. Put a St James's Park duck in a laboratory cage and show it a picture of two men -- one usually wearing a coat with a fur collar, the other something sombre with a scarf -- and it'll look up expectantly.
Anyone who believes what a cat tells him deserves all he gets.
It's just harder out there in the world of the living, and we cannot protect you out there as easily. I wanted to keep you perfectly safe...But there is only one perfectly safe place for your kind, and you will not reach it until all your adventures are over and none of them matter any longer.
His name is Marcus: he is four and a half and possesses that deep gravity and seriousness that only small children and mountain gorillas have ever been able to master.
The sky had never seemed so sky; the world had never seemed so world.
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