Quotes About Mythology

Así, en una época en que las religiones tradicionales se han visto sometidas al fuego abrasador de la ciencia, ¿no es natural envolver a los antiguos dioses y demonios en un atuendo científico y llamarlos extraterrestres?

GüneÅŸ'in yap?s?nda önce helyum bulunduÄŸu saptanm??t?r.(Yunanl?lar?n güneÅŸ tanr?s?na Helios ad?n? vermeleri nedeniyle helyum denilmiÅŸtir.)

First there was the great cosmic egg. Inside the egg was chaos, and floating in chaos was P'an Ku, the Undeveloped, the divine Embryo. And P'an Ku burst out of the egg, four times larger than any man today, with a hammer and chisel in his hand with which he fashioned the world. —The P'an Ku myths, China (around third century)

Mare, despite its Latin meaning, is the Old English word for incubus, and nightmare meant originally the demon that sits on the chests of sleepers, tormenting them with dreams.

Then, if we really want our celestial neighbors to know how far we have progressed intelectually, we should have included pictures of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy

Perhaps when everyone knows that gods come down to Earth, we hallucinate gods; when all of us are familiar with demons, it's incubi and succibi; when fairies are widely accepted, we see fairies; in an age of spiritualism, we encounter spirits; and when the old myths fade and we begin thinking that extraterrestrial beings are plausible, then that's where our hypnogogic imagery tends.

All your Western theologies, the whole mythology of them, are based on the concept of God as a senile delinquent

Most witches don't believe in gods. They know that the gods exist, of course. They even deal with them occasionally. But they don't believe in them. They know them too well. It would be like believing in the postman.

And then Jack chopped down what was the world's last beanstalk, adding murder and ecological terrorism to the theft, enticement, and trespass charges already mentioned, and all the giant's children didn't have a daddy anymore. But he got away with it and lived happily ever after, without so much as a guilty twinge about what he had done...which proves that you can be excused for just about anything if you are a hero, because no one asks inconvenient questions.

On the Disc, the Gods aren't so much worshipped, as they are blamed.

The Kraken stirs. And ten billion sushi dinners cry out for vengeance.

J.R.R. Tolkien has become a sort of mountain, appearing in all subsequent fantasy in the way that Mt. Fuji appears so often in Japanese prints. Sometimes it's big and up close. Sometimes it's a shape on the horizon. Sometimes it's not there at all, which means that the artist either has made a deliberate decision against the mountain, which is interesting in itself, or is in fact standing on Mt. Fuji.

Tragic heroes always moan when the gods take an interest in them, but it's the people the gods ignore who get the really tough deals.

On the Disc the gods dealt severely with atheists.

Everyone has gods. You just don't think they're gods.

Some people believe that when you die, you cross the River of Death and have to pay the ferryman. People don't seem to worry about that these days. Perhaps there's a bridge now.

Creators aren't gods. They make places, which is quite hard. It's men that make gods. This explains a lot.

Anyway, lots of warrior tribes think that when they die, they go to a heavenly land somewhere, said the toad. You know, where they can drink and fight and feast forever? So maybe this is theirs. But this is a real place! So? That's what they believe. Besides, they're only small. Maybe the universe is a bit crowded and they have to put heavens anywhere there's room? I'm a toad, so you'll appreciate that I'm having to guess a lot here.

The disc's greatest lovers were undoubtedly Mellius and Gretelina, whose pure, passionate and soul-searing affair would have scorched the pages of History if they had not, because of some unexplained quirk of fate, been born two hundred years apart on different continents. However, the gods took pity on them and turned him into an ironing board** and her into a small brass bollard. **When you're a god, you don't have to have reasons.

And the nice thing about a stake through the heart was that it also worked on non-vampires.

It is said that whomsoever the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad. In fact, whomsoever the gods wish to destroy, they first hand the equivalent of a stick with a fizzing fuse and Acme Dynamite Company written on the side. It's more interesting, and doesn't take so long.

Gods?" said Xeno. "We don't bother with gods. Huh. Relics of an outmoded belief system, gods." There was a rumble of thunder from the clear evening sky. "Except for Blind Io the Thunder God," Xeno went on, his tone hardly changing.

I'm just saying man is naturally a mythopoeic creature. What's that mean? said the Senior Wrangler. Means we make things up as we go along, said the Dean, not looking up.

Without a shadow of a doubt, the first fiction ever recounted was fantasy. Guys sitting around the campfire telling each other stories about the gods who made lightning, and stuff like that. They did not tell one another literary stories. They did not complain about difficulties of male menopause while being a junior lecturer on some midwestern college campus. Fantasy is without a shadow of a doubt the ur-literature, the spring from which all other literature has flown.