Night was spreading slowly around the spinning Earth. It should have been full of pinpricks of light. It was not.
There were five billion people down there. What was going to happen soon would make barbarism look like a picnic - hot, nasty, and eventually given over to the ants.
I am remarkably likeable. Few people have ever been as likeable as I am. There is, frankly, no end to my likeability. People gather together in public assemblies to discuss how much they like me. I have several awards, and a small medal from a small country in South America which pays tribute both to how much I am liked and my general all around wonderfulness. I don't have it on me, of course. I keep my medals in my sock drawer.
Neil GaimanDiana used to tell me she had a travel jinx, something I only really started to believe when the plane door fell off.
Neil GaimanTag: diana-wynne-jones
You shone like a star. The funniest, wisest writer
Neil GaimanTag: diana-wynne-jones
What about volcanoes?"
"What about them?"
"All that lava comes up from center of the earth where it is all hot. I saw a program, it had David Attenborough, so it's true.
Cieli, pensò Old Bailey con una sorta di compiacimento. Mai due di essi uguali.
Neil GaimanA god's relationship to the world, even a world in which he was walking, was about as emotionally connected as that of a computer gamer playing with knowledge of the overall shape of the game and armed with a complete set of cheat codes.
Neil GaimanQuindi il giorno divenne un giorno d'attesa, cosa che era, lo sapeva bene, un peccato: i momenti devono essere sperimentati, aspettare è un peccato contro il tempo che deve ancora venire e contro gli istanti presenti che vengono trascurati.
Tuttavia, aspettava.
Anyone who calls you "little lady" has already excluded you from the set of people worth listening to.
Neil GaimanTag: sexism
We have, let us face it and admit it, little influence. We prey on them, and we take from them, and we get by; we strip and we whore and we drink too much; we pump gas and we steal and we cheat and we exist in the cracks at the edges of society. Old gods, here in this new land without gods.
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