Author of quotes: Neil Gaiman. Page 4

In a world of five billion people, and pinch off the freaks one by one is not necessary: it is necessary to expand production. However, demons like Ligur and Hastur do not understand. They would never have come up with a TV channel in Welsh language. Or value added tax. Or Manchester.

He was late because he was terribly fond of twentieth century. He was much better than the seventeenth century, and is immeasurably better than the fourteenth. Than a good Time, loved to talk to Crowley, it's the fact that it slowly but steadily takes him farther and farther from the fourteenth century, the most boring century in the entire history of God, pardon the expression, of the world.

London's ring road was one of the main achievements of Crowley. At its creation took years, and three hackers, two of housebreaking and bribe (not particularly large). Then, one chilly night when all these measures nor to no avail, Crowley had another two hours to squish in a field knee deep in mud - he was made in the markup surveyors subtle but incredibly important from an occult point of view, correction. But then, when Crowley saw on the M25 first tube, stretching for fifty kilometers, he felt a nice warm feeling of satisfaction from disgusting work performed.

Two dark forces lurked in an abandoned cemetery. Two shadows, one hunched and squat, the other lean ominously. Both were masters of concealment, the true masters of the Olympic class. If Bruce Springsteen ever recorded "Born to lurk," these two would be on the cover. They lurked in the fog for almost an hour, but restrained himself, and could, if necessary, to be concealed until the morning to suddenly ominous to lay low with a new force just before dawn.

The night was dark and rainy.
Was supposed to be, but what do you want the weather? For every scientist maniac who enjoys a thunderstorm, well what happened just that night, when His Life's Work is finished and laid out on the operating table, there are dozens of those in the depression looks like in the peaceful light of the stars assistant, which usually name is Igor, calculates overtime.

Over time, even this moment will become like a gentle memory.
In time you will remember even this moment with fondness.

It is unclear why people raise such a fuss over the fact that someone ate the stupid Apple, but without this noise, no fun. And then, thought Adam, what is the Apple, which can be eaten only if you are not afraid of the consequences?

Something told him that something ends. Not the world, of course. Just a summer. Summer will still be more than once, but this won't happen. Never.
Hence, it is necessary to take from him all that you can.

- Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow.
THESE ranged. Loyalty is a great thing, but no soldier can be forced to choose between their leader and a circus with elephants. They ran away.

And then when you land, huh? asked pepper.
Never. I shall sit here year after year, many, many years. When I get out, I'll be a full man, ' replied Adam.
- And tomorrow? asked Wensleydale.
Adam perked up.
And tomorrow of course! he said.

- Yes well you. Argue logically, - doubtfully said Aziraphale.
- Not a good piece of advice, straightened Crowley. Even just bad advice. If you sit down and start to think logically, you have very funny ideas. For example: why do people with an innate curiosity, and then stick them under the nose of some forbidden fruit under the neon sign, which is drawn pointing finger and flashing the words: "HERE HE is!"?
- About the neon not remember.
- It's a metaphor. What I want to say: why do it if you really don't want to be eaten? What I want to say: maybe you just decided to see how it all turns out. Maybe it's just part of the great incomprehensible plan. This. You, I, he - all! Just one big test: does what you built?

Yesterday was Saturday, and he never to the end of his days will not forget this Saturday, if only to remember that he wasn't going to forget...

I just want to say, he added, - if we are not able to get out... I know that deep inside you were a spark of goodness.
- Of course, - with bitterness in his voice said Crowley. Only this is not enough.
Aziraphale held out his hand.
I'm glad we met.
Crowley shook hands with Aziraphale.
- See you, - he said. - And, Aziraphale...
- Yes?
Remember this: I know that deep inside you was bad enough for me to like you.

But you can't leave it like it is! - rushed to him Anathema. - Think of what you can do! How much good!
- For example? - gently asked Adam.
Well... for starters you could animate all the whales.
Adam looked at her askance.
And then people won't kill them?
She paused. It would be great to answer "Yes"...
- When people will start to kill them, but what you want to do with people?