Some pirates achieved immortality by great deeds of cruelty or derring-do. Some achieved immortality by amassing great wealth. But the captain had long ago decided that he would, on the whole, prefer to achieve immortality by not dying.
Some people think this is paranoia, but it isn’t. Paranoids only think everyone is out to get them. Wizards know it.
Some people just become stupid with more authority.
Some people believe that when you die, you cross the River of Death and have to pay the ferryman. People don’t seem to worry about that these days. Perhaps there’s a bridge now.
Some of us think that darkness isn’t a depth, it’s a state of mind.
Some humans would do anything to see if it was possible to do it. If you put a large switch in some cave somewhere, with a sign on it saying “End-of-the-World Switch. PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH,” the paint wouldn’t even have time to dry.
Some folk just don’t want to see the truth, even when you points it out to ’em.
Shoes, men, coffins; never accept the first one you see.
She was also, by the standards of other people, lost. She would not see it like that. She knew where she was, it was just that everywhere else didn’t.
She was already learning that if you ignore the rules people will, half the time, quietly rewrite them so that they don’t apply to you.
She walked quickly through the darkness with the frank stride of someone who was at least certain that the forest, on this damp and windy night, contained strange and terrible things and she was it.
She got on with her education. In her opinion, school kept on trying to interfere with it.