What is admirable about the fantastic is that there is no longer anything fantastic: there is only the real.
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| — | André Breton |
A nation that has nothing but its amusements will not be amused for long.
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| — | G. K. Chesterton, Chaucer (via meanderingsofyore) |
When he awoke the next morning, his arms ached as if he had been grappling with an angel all night.
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| — | Stephen Donaldson, The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant (via leo-topp) |
Don’t ever take a fence down until you know the reason it was put up.
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| — | G. K. Chesterton (via theworldismadeofwords) |
Covenant is affronted by the arras of Berek Halfhand in his rooms at Revelstone. (Artist unknown)
From Lord Foul’s Bane (pg 235):
None of this is happening, he moaned. How are they doing this to me?
Reeling inwardly, he turned to look at the arras as if it might contain some answer. But it only aggravated his distress, incensed him like a sudden affront. Bloody hell! Berek, he groaned. Do you think it’s that easy? Do you think that ordinary human despair is enough, that if you just feel bad enough something cosmic or at least miraculous is bound to come along and rescue you? Damn you! he’s going to destroy them! You’re just another leper outcast unclean, and you don’t even know it!
His fingers curled like feral claws, and he sprang forward, ripping at the arras as if he were trying to rend a black lie off the stone of the world. The heavy fabric refused to tear in his half-fingered grasp, but he got it down from the wall. Throwing open the balcony, he wrestled the arras out into the crimson-tainted night and heaved it over the railing. It fell like a dead leaf of winter.
I am not Berek!
The word “good” has many meanings. For example, if a man were to shoot his grandmother at a range of five hundred yards, I should call him a good shot, but not necessarily a good man.
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| — | G. K. Chesterton (via larien-vardamir-arcamonel) |
The young sceptic says, “I have a right to think for myself.” But the old sceptic, the complete sceptic, says, “I have no right to think for myself. I have no right to think at all.
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-G. K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy I’ve experienced this, it’s terrifying. (via goddomotfronk) |
