Quotes from Mike Carey

let him who keeps regular office hours cast the first stone.

And for Peter... well, sometimes cruelty is kindness in disguise. Sometimes pain is the best teacher. Sometimes it does you no harm to realize that there's a limit to what you can get away with.

Y la verdad es, chico, que no vas a hacer nada. Al menos ahora. Hacer cosas es un lujo que sólo se permiten los vivos. Los muertos... bueno, más que nada, miran.

Everything is strange the first time you do it, Moth. Second time makes it normal. Third time it's boring.

Jika kau membunuh kerbau, kau tidak akan memerah susunya setelah itu - Zulaika

We have thirty people on staff, including several part-timers, and I believe everyone has seen her at least once. It was very frightening at first. As I said, she tended to favor the end of the afternoon, and at this time of year, it's often dark by four. It was very disconcerting to be looking for a book in the stacks and then to look up and see her standing at the end of the aisle. Staring at you. With her feet a few inches above the floor or her ankles sinking into it.

Her friends call her warrior. Her enemies berserker.

Jika berjalan buruk, aku tidak akan melihat pagi berikutnya - Zulaika

My hand was a balloon sculpture, nerveless and fragile; it wouldn't do what it was told.

Control what people believe, and you control what they do. Who they are. The world is only the aggregate of human perception. Stories are scalpels that allow us to operate on those perceptions.

Air, meskipun ia menggenang dan mengalir dan tak memiliki bentuk sendiri, adalah roda tempat kita dibentuk.

He knows I don't come around just to sniff wine and swap gossip, but he hates the fact that our relationship is mutually abusive. Like all conspiracy nuts, he's a romantic at heart.

Melatih seorang perempuan dalam seni kematian! Hal seperti ini menentang semua konvensi, semua kepatutan - Imam Basur

All things considered, Lizzie Hexam was crazy as a bedbug. But what she had with Tom--which I don't pretend to understand--she became a part of what was keeping him moving. Part of the point of it all. Like he needed a compass through ll the crazy shit. And he chose her.

I chased my thoughts around in decreasing circles for a while before getting back to the point—which I'd been avoiding pretty strenuously.

I'd taken a few swipes with Occam's razor, and that was what I'd ended up with, but that didn't make it so. I really didn't want to have to retreat and regroup with Peele and Alice breathing down my neck on either side. There were still those last few boxes, though. It was possible that Sod's Law was operating, and that the ghost's anchor was just going to turn out to be one of the documents at the very bottom of the stack.

I cut him a small amount of slack, because it's generally easier to lead a horse to water than to hold it under for the time it takes to drown it.

A burning church full of dead men in black gowns. Another one, in red, lying dead outside. And you, kneeling next to a woman who's been tied up with duct tape. I admit that looks fairly suspicious at first glance, I said.

These people have will and desire too. But in *this* world a hundred codes and schools tell them not to *exercise* it -- to *restrain* desire, until desire turns into poison. And then to tell their children that *poison* is wholesome food.

But when the choice is between doing nothing and doing harm, surely nothing is the wiser option?

That was life, in small - her own life, or anyone's. You spent it grubbing desperately for the physical things that would prolong it. For food mainly, and then if you were lucky enough to be fed, for shelter. And all the time in between you spent dreaming of places you couldn't go and things you could never have. You used it up trying to fit yourself into the spaces that would work, instead of unfolding yourself into the space that was yours and then seeing where that took you.

You never apologised to me for getting my legs broken, either. I said sorry in my own way, Gary. By never referring to it again and dodging the subject whenever I brought it up. Exactly.

Yahweh: You've been unhappy because you've desired things that cannot be. Lucifer: That's what desire IS. The need for what we can't have. The need for what's readily available is called greed.

They used to call the devil the father of lies. But for someone whose sin is meant to be pride, you'd think that lying would leave something of a sour taste. So my theory is that when the devil wants to get something out of you, he doesn't lie at all. He tells you the exact, literal truth. And he lets you find your own way to hell.