Fun ITT we post random book lines/quotes out of context

The silence wasn't uncomfortable or hostile but exhausted--the quiet of people who have a great deal to think about but not a hell of a lot to say.

 

“Honey,” said Megara, “it’s never wise to ignore the gods. Maybe you should go to the Oracle of Delphi and, you know, get a second opinion.”
Hercules didn’t want to, but, to make his wife happy, he went to Delphi.
It was a miserable trip. The offerings cost a bundle. Delphi was crawling with merchants hawking cheap souvenirs. Finally Hercules made it to the front of the line to see the Oracle, and she told him the same thing he’d been hearing for weeks. “Go to the city of Tiryns. Serve High King Eurystheus by doing ten great tasks of his choosing. Thank you and have a nice day.”
Hercules got so angry that he swiped the Oracle’s three-legged stool and chased her around the room with it.
“Give me a better prophecy!” he yelled. “I want a better prophecy!”
Apollo had to intervene personally. His divine voice shook the cave. “DUDE, NOT COOL. GIVE THE ORACLE BACK HER TRIPOD!”
Hercules took a deep breath. He didn’t feel like getting killed by a golden arrow, so he put down the tripod and stormed off.

 

All animals are equal. But some animals are more equal than others.

 

'This is the Island where Dreams come true.'
'That's the island I've been looking for this long time,' said one of the sailors. 'I reckoned I'd find I was married to Nancy if we landed here.'
'And I'd find Tom alive again,' said another.
'Fools!" said the man, stamping his foot with rage. 'That is the sort of talk that brought me here, and I'd better have been drowned or never born. Do you hear what I say? This is where dreams - dreams, do you understand, come to life, come real. Not daydreams: Dreams!'
There was about half a minute's silence and then, with a great clatter of armor, the whole crew were tumbling down the main hatch as quick as they could and flinging themselves on the oars to row as they had never rowed before.

 

Good old Thrace, my favourite postapocalyptic wasteland, where life was hard, priests made blood sacrifices to Ares, and kings raised horses that ate human flesh! Sounds like just the sort of place where a young boy would become a harp player, right?
That’s where Orpheus was born. Of course, the Beatles were from Liverpool and Jay-Z is from the projects in Brooklyn, so I guess music can come from unpredictable places.

 

Waiting for him to continue, Bond took the measure of his enemy. He knew what would be coming — justification. It was always so. When they thought they had got you where they wanted you, when they knew they were decisively on top, before the knock-out, even to an audience on the threshold of extinction, it was pleasant, reassuring to the executioner, to deliver his apologia — purge the sin he was about to commit.

 

You’ll have to do better than that, Ben. “Look behind you!” That ruse was old when the stars were young.

 

"Thou knowest the village of the Man-Pack that cast me out? They are idle, senseless, and cruel; they play with their mouths, and they do not kill the weaker for food, but for sport. When they are full-fed they would throw their own breed into the Red Flower. This I have seen. It is not well that they should live here any more. I hate them!”
“Kill, then,” said the youngest of Hathi’s three sons, picking up a tuft of grass, dusting it against his fore-legs, and throwing it away, while his little red eyes glanced furtively from side to side.
“What good are white bones to me?” Mowgli answered angrily. “Am I the cub of a wolf to play in the sun with a raw head? I have killed Shere Khan, and his hide rots on the Council Rock; but - but I do not know whither Shere Khan is gone, and my stomach is still empty. Now I will take that which I can see and touch. Let in the Jungle upon that village, Hathi!”
Bagheera shivered, and cowered down. He could understand, if the worst came to the worst, a quick rush down the village street, and a right and left blow into a crowd, or a crafty killing of men as they ploughed in the twilight; but this scheme for deliberately blotting out an entire village from the eyes of man and beast frightened him. Now he saw why Mowgli had sent for Hathi. No one but the long-lived elephant could plan and carry through such a war.

 

All living things were divided in that day, and some of every kind, even of beasts and birds, were found in either host, save the Elves only. They alone were undivided and followed Gil-galad. Of the Dwarves few fought upon either side; but the kindred of Durin of Moria fought against Sauron.

 

Spoiler

I played a sold out show in Shanghai tonight and the crowd was amazing. Tomorrow we to to Tokyo where they’ll have the whole ticker tape parade at the airport. Smile and wave

 

Constable Carrot, the Watch's youngest member, often struck people as simple. And he was. He was incredibly simple, but in the same way that a sword is simple, or an ambush is simple. He was also possibly the most linear thinker in the history of the universe.
He'd been waiting by the bedside of an old man, who'd quite enjoyed the company. And now it was time to take out his notebook.
"Now I know you saw something, sir," he said. "You were there."
WELL, YES, said Death. I HAVE TO BE, YOU KNOW. BUT THIS IS VERY IRREGULAR.
"You see, sir," said Corporal Carrot, "as I understand the law, you are an Accessory After The Fact. Or possibly Before The Fact."
YOUNG MAN, I AM THE FACT.
"And I am an officer of the Law," said Corporal Carrot. "There's got to be a law, you know."
YOU WANT ME TO... ER... GRASS SOMEONE UP? DROP A DIME ON SOMEONE? SING LIKE A PIGEON? NO. NO-ONE KILLED MR. SLUMBER. I CAN'T HELP YOU THERE.
"Oh, I don't know, sir," said Carrot, "I think you have."
DAMN.
Death watched Carrot leave, ducking his head as he went down the narrow stairs of the hovel.
NOW THEN, WHERE WAS I...
"Excuse me," said the wizened old man in the bed. "I happen to be 107, you know. I haven't got all day."
AH, YES, CORRECT.
Death sharpened his scythe. It was the first time he'd ever helped the police with their enquiries. Still, everyone had a job to do.

 

What I want is to stuff you into a detention cell and weld the door shut, but that wouldn't be the best thing for the Alliance, so count yourself lucky.

 

Persephone wandered from flower patch to flower patch, murmuring, “Ooh, pretty! Ooh, pretty!” as she picked her favorites.
Before she realized it, she was miles away from her sleeping nymph friends. She meandered into a secluded valley filled with hyacinths.
She was reaching down to pick a beautiful red one when the ground rumbled. A chasm opened at her feet, and four black horses pulling a massive chariot thundered into the sunlight. The driver was dressed in dark flowing robes. He wore iron gloves, with a huge sword at his side and a whip in his hand. His face was covered with an elaborate bronze helmet engraved with images of death and torture.
In retrospect, Hades wondered if it was such a good idea to wear his helmet of terror on a first date, but by then it was too late.

 

Gods couldn't die, but they could get hurt, and a sword in the face would not be good.

 

V. I Don’t Seem To Recall Any Discussion About Other Gods Being Worshiped In Omnia?
"Ah, but it'll work for you," said Brutha. "People will soon see that those other ones are no good at all, won't they?" He crossed his fingers behind his back.
VI. This Is Religion, Boy. Not Comparison Bloody Shopping! You Shall Not Subject Your God To Market Forces!

 

“I . . . think my name is Bilious. I’m the . . . I’m the oh God of Hangovers.’
‘There’s a God of Hangovers?’
‘An oh god,’ he corrected. ‘When people witness me, you see, they clutch their head and say, “Oh God . . .”

 

I’m trying to save Tenel Ka and Allana.

Save them? Just like you saved Isolder?


Isolder would have made the same choice. In fact, he did. Jaina, we don’t have time for this.


So die already.

 

"I am Druss. Sometimes called Captain of the Axe. In Ventria they call me Druss the Sender. In Vagria I am merely the Axeman. To the Nadir I am Deathwalker. In Lentria I am the Silver Slayer. But who are you? You dung-eating lumps of offal! Who the hell are you? I have a mind to set an example today. I have a mind to cut the fat from this ill-fated fortress."

 

Thicknesse thinks he has you cornered good and proper.

 

"I would embrace you," Vulkan confessed, "but that was never your way, was it Rogal?"
Dorn laughed gruffly. "Absention is a wise decision."
Vulkan embraced him firmly anyway, and felt his affection for his brother returned, albeit awkwardly.

 

Hold on- I’ve been describing my evil scheme for over an hour- and you’re still tied up?