Never underestimate the ridiculous things that have been done in the name of religious-semantic obscurity.
There was almost a flicker of humanity in the man. The kind of human who pulled wings off flies as a kid, but still human.
You know how it is — you get older, you get wiser, you start to ask yourself ‘is it any use being able to summon creatures of the nether deeps when I could be watching BBC 4?
A small child being dragged to bed peered curiously at me as it passed, then waved. We waved back, not being entirely sure how else to respond to small creatures like that.
Men don’t ask other men if they’re getting home OK, they just assume that beneath the frail, weak exterior lurks a muscle-building kung fu master fearless of ever being mugged.
We be light, we be life, we be fire! We sing electric flame, we rumble underground wind, we dance heaven! Come be we and be free!
Where there is life, there will be magic; the one generates the other.
…for life is magic, magic is life, the left-over life we don’t even notice we’re living.
When we blaze, when we fight, when we rejoice, then I am all us, for that is all we are. When I am…afraid…we do not understand, do not like these things. We are me. It is…frightening, having to be me.
Whatever happened next, good or bad, it would be wonderful finding out.
Curiosity may have killed the cat, but paranoia was what tied it up in a sack and buried it in wet concrete.