Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Sing like no one is listening. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching, and live like it’s heaven on earth.
But, though French, she was also very brave.
To be more precise it was the color of heartache.
There must come a time when the bullets will run out
All books are doors; and some of them are wardrobes.
Lovers are rarely the most rational beings in creation.
It is curious and we magicians collect curiosities, you know.
An explorer cannot stay at home reading maps other men have made.
Drawing teaches habits of close observation that will always be useful.
I had to restrain myself from buying a book on 19th-century fruit knives.
In some ways, 'Mansfield Park' is 'Pride and Prejudice' turned inside out.
I always start out saying exactly what everybody looks like. I don't know why.
A piece of writing is like a piece of magic. You create something out of nothing.
Magic, madam, is like wine and, if you are not used to it, it will make you drunk.
I tell stories. I kind of stumbled on that by trying to combine Jane Austen and magic.
You mean to say he became mad deliberately?' ...Nothing is more likely,' said the duke.
He smiles but rarely and watches other men to see when they laugh and then does the same.
I feel very much at home in the early nineteenth century and am not inclined to leave it.
I know magicians and I know magic and I say this: all magicians lie and this one more than most.
She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.
Ha!' said the tall man drily. 'He was in high luck. Rich old uncles who die are in shockingly short supply.
And how shall I think of you?' He considered a moment and then laughed. 'Think of me with my nose in a book!
Well, I suppose one ought not to employ a magician and then complain that he does not behave like other people.
There is nothing in the world so easy to explain as failure - it is, after all, what everybody does all the time.
He gave her his heart. She took it and placed it quietly in the pocket of her gown. No one observed what she did.
He hardly ever spoke of magic, and when he did it was like a history lesson and no one could bear to listen to him.
'Pride and Prejudice' is often compared to 'Cinderella,' but Jane Austen's real 'Cinderella' tale is 'Mansfield Park.'
In 'Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell,' I wanted to create the most convincing story of magic and magicians that I could.
The land is all too shallow It is painted on the sky And trembles like the wind-shook rain When the Raven King passed by
It's not easy to convey to someone who doesn't read comics just how Alan Moore has dominated the field since 'Watchmen.'
you must learn to live as I do - in the face of constant criticism, opposition and censure. That, sir, is the English way.
This is a very grave matter, punishable by...well, I do not exactly know what, but something rather severe, I should imagine.
It is also true that his hair had a reddish tinge and, as everybody knows, no one with red hair can ever truly be said to be handsome.
One way of grounding the magic is by putting in lots of stuff about street lamps, carriages, and how difficult it is to get good servants.
It was an old fashioned house --the sort of house in fact, as Strange expressed it, which a lady in a novel might like to be persecuted in.
He understood for the first time that the world is not dumb at all, but merely waiting for someone to speak to it in a language it understands.
What nobility of feeling! To sacrifice your own pleasure to preserve the comfort of others! It is a thing, I confess, that would never occur to me.
Time and I have quarrelled. All hours are midnight now. I had a clock and a watch, but I destroyed them both. I could not bear the way they mocked me.
For, though the room was silent, the silence of half a hundred cats is a peculiar thing, like fifty individual silences all piled one on top of another.
..The argument he was conducting with his neighbor as to whether the English magician had gone mad because he was a magician, or because he was English.
Bryon tilted his head to a very odd angle, half-closed his eyes and composed his features to suggest that he was about to expire from chronic indigestion.
I always really liked magicians. I'm not even sure why - except that they know things other people don't, and they live in untidy rooms full of strange objects.
I have a scholar's love of silence and solitude. To sit and pass hour after hour in idle chatter with a roomful of strangers is to me the worst sort of torment.
Unfortunately, Childermass's French was so strongly accented by his native Yorkshire that Minervois did not understand and asked Strange if Childermass was Dutch.
I was told once by some country people that a magician should never tell his dreams because the telling will make them come true. But I say that is great nonsense.
It has been remarked (by a lady infinitely cleverer than the present author) how kindly disposed the world in general feels to young people who either die or marry.
How quickly was every bad thing discovered to be the fault of the previous administration (an evil set of men who wedded general stupidity to wickedness of purpose).
It seemed to me that you make magic real by making it a little prosaic, a little difficult and disappointing - never quite as glamorous as the other characters imagine.
How is a magician to exist without books? Let someone explain that to me. It is like asking a politician to achieve high office without the benefit of bribes or patronage.
The governess was not much liked in the village. She was too tall, too fond of books, too grave, and, a curious thing, never smiled unless there was something to smile at.
