Citati iz knjige „Anansi Boys“ autora Neil Gaiman

Zhenya Shabynina
Zhenya Shabyninaje citiralaпре 3 године
“How do you take your coffee?”
“Dark as night, sweet as sin.”
Oleg Shlyazhko
Oleg Shlyazhkoje citiraoпре 2 месеца
dilapidated porch swing
Viktoriya
Viktoriyaje citiralaпре 4 месеца
sashayed into the room
Viktoriya
Viktoriyaje citiralaпре 4 месеца
to tip his hat respectfully to
Viktoriya
Viktoriyaje citiralaпре 4 месеца
think fondly of each other….
Sofiia Semenko
Sofiia Semenkoje citiraoпре 5 месеци
you don’t die now and again, people start takin’ you for granted
Sofiia Semenko
Sofiia Semenkoje citiraoпре 5 месеци
The important thing about songs is that they’re just like stories. They don’t mean a damn unless there’s people listenin’ to them
Sofiia Semenko
Sofiia Semenkoje citiraoпре 5 месеци
Now they’re starting to think their way out of problems—sometimes thinking their way into worse problems.
Sofiia Semenko
Sofiia Semenkoje citiraoпре 5 месеци
People take on the shapes of the songs and the stories that surround them, especially if they don’t have their own song
Sofiia Semenko
Sofiia Semenkoje citiraoпре 5 месеци
frustration of the fugitive
Sofiia Semenko
Sofiia Semenkoje citiraoпре 5 месеци
struck his fancy
Sofiia Semenko
Sofiia Semenkoje citiraoпре 5 месеци
“It’s not actually Eros, you know,” said Fat Charlie. “It’s the statue of Christian Charity.”
“So why is it naked and holding a bow and arrow? That doesn’t seem a particularly charitable or Christian thing to do.”
Sofiia Semenko
Sofiia Semenkoje citiraoпре 5 месеци
eyes that held madness
Sofiia Semenko
Sofiia Semenkoje citiraoпре 5 месеци
Fat Charlie saw one thing with his eyes, and he saw something else with his mind, and in the gulf between the two things, madness waited.
Sofiia Semenko
Sofiia Semenkoje citiraoпре 5 месеци
collapse in on himself like a problematic soufflé.
Sofiia Semenko
Sofiia Semenkoje citiraoпре 6 месеци
the swim of things.
naddiafreitas
naddiafreitasje citiraoпре 2 године
Like all sentient beings, Fat Charlie had a weirdness quotient. For some days the needle had been over in the red, occasionally banging jerkily against the pin. Now the meter broke. From this moment on, he suspected, nothing would surprise him. He could no longer be outweirded. He was done.
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Was the silence of the grave different in kind to the silence of, say, outer space?
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He was darker, and he was smiling as if he were amused by everything—deeply, dangerously amused.
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Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled, but halved.
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