Neil Gaiman
Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel. — Neil Gaiman, Stardust (William Morrow; Reprint edition, October 30, 2012) Originally published January 1, 1998.
Category: Science Fiction Fantasy
China Miéville
“The summer stretched out the daylight as if on a rack. Each moment was drawn out until its anatomy collapsed. Time broke down. The day progressed in an endless sequence of dead moments.” ― China Miéville, Perdido Street Station (Macmillian; 1ST edition, January 1, 2001)
Aldous Huxley
But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin. — Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (Harper Perennial Modern Classics 1998) Originally published 1932.
Roger Zelazny
The sky was brass and the sun was a mushy apple. The wind was a panting dog with bad breath. — Roger Zelazny, The Guns of Avalon (Doubleday; 1st edition, January 1, 1972)
Ray Bradbury
I live in a well. I live like smoke in the well. Like vapor in a stone throat. I don’t move. I don’t do anything but wait. Overhead I see the cold stars of night and morning, and I see the sun. And sometimes I sing old songs of this world when it was young.… Continue reading Ray Bradbury
Ben Whishaw
Sixsmith. I climb the steps of the Scot monument every morning and all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may… Continue reading Ben Whishaw
Joss Whedon
Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir… open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us… guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love… the clarity of… Continue reading Joss Whedon
David Mitchell
]I recalled my father-in-law’s aphorism ‘To fool a judge, feign fascination, but to bamboozle the whole court, feign boredom…’ & I pretended to extract a speck from my eye. ― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas. (Sceptre 2004)
Neil Gaiman
There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle. You will hear that she has left… Continue reading Neil Gaiman
Jules Verne
The sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the terrestrial globe. Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert, where man is never lonely, for he feels life stirring on all sides. The sea is only the embodiment of a supernatural and wonderful existence. It is nothing but love and emotion;… Continue reading Jules Verne
The Vale of Soul-Making 