Quotes About Mythical

The Weaver wove herself from the thread of night, hair of moonlight, skin of stars. So old. Without beginning or end.

The unicorns lifted their heads. Of course they weren't white. Why were things in this world always white-washed? Their hides were brown and grey, mottled black, and pale yellow like the autumn sun drifting through the damp fog above.

Vidal, que, como todos os monstros, especialmente a Morte, sempre é pontual.

But to the last question," Zelig replied, "he probably flew to beyond the Dark Regions, where people don't go and cattle don't stray, where the sky is copper, the earth iron, and where the evil forces live under roofs of petrified toadstools and in tunnels abandoned by moles." Isaac Bashevis Singer, Naftali the Storyteller and His Horse, Sus

The first Dragon was enough to give you nightmares. The second Dragon was enough to give your nightmares nightmares.

In my beginning is my end....there were Dragons when I was a boy.

For the world is broken, sundered, busted down the middle, self ripped from self and man pasted back together as mythical monster, half angel, half beast, but no man...Some day a man will walk into my office as a ghost or beast or ghost-beast and walk out as a man, which is to say sovereign wanderer, lordly exile, worker and waiter and watcher.

Tests were always easy for me. I saw them as games, saw myself as being in a contest against a mythical adversary, and welcomed the challenge.

If you wish to make an imaginary animal invented by you appear natural, let us say a dragon, take for the head that of a mastiff or hound, for the eyes a cat, and for the ears a porcupine, and for the nose a greyhound, and the brows of a lion, the temple of an old cock, the neck of a terrapin.

There must be fairies; for this is a fairy tale: and how can one have a fairy tale if there are no fairies?

Why do vampires have no friends? They suck.

the war between good and evil existed no longer, for the thing beneath the Graal was not fighting but vomiting.

Better to be a legend than a star.

I for one have always believed in the unicorn... The unicorn has managed to weave itself a very haunting reputation.

Hey, I like unicorns. Unicorns are just weaponized ponies.

Unicorns are just horny ponies.

Vampire: a toothy phlebotomist.

Mermaids have no tears, and so they suffer all the more.

But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.

metamorphosed into a creature as evil as any mythical Hulder: "a woman

You know what I mean. Is it true the folk hereabouts"—he pointed to the land ahead—"are cripples? Missing half their hindquarters?" "The fauns? Cripples?" I laughed. "By the gods who made them, no!

Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup.

Never, under any circumstances, let the Virginian wolfsnake near a typewriter.

So you're a real person! I always thought you were a legendary figure, like unicorns or Giuseppe Verdi.