[Byuu.]

With the recent thread that just went by it gave me the idea for this thread.

Post your favorite quotes from a Poem or Novel you've read.

Epitaph of the Twilight (yes I know its from a game but F U its a good poem >:|)

Once their magic land did glow
With vagrant, ever-present light:
When sprites would play in flowing fields,
The twilight shining in their wings
As they swam through silky seas of mist,
Before the coming of the Wave.

Untouched by fear or pain they lived
Each minute with the utmost joy,
Till the cursed Wave did rise
Tearing through the dusky skies;
Consuming light and dark in kind
And leaving none to mourn behind.

So to the East the sprites did flee
Though burdened by the tragedy,
The truth was all too plain to see:
One by one their kind would fall
Beneath the torrent of the Wave
If none could stand before its gaze
And somehow fill that endless void.

King of light and queen of dark,
Apeiron and Helba knew of one
Who might defeat the Wave:
A mythic beast long said to sleep
‘Neath the edge of the world’s end
Sheathed by the Wavering Peninsula,
A creature of the greatest might,
The sacred dragon of twilight.

Thus Queen Helba chose Bith the Black,
Her strongest sprite, to join the quest;
While Apeiron sent Fili the White
To journey with them in his stead,
For Bith and Helba thought it best
That the king remain behind to rule
And calm the ever-spreading dread
Ere the dragon might appear.

So as the three prepared to ride
Through the aqua gate of Mac Anu
A fourth did come by fate’s command:
One part human, one part sprite,
Alone for all his nameless might,
He fell in stride with Helba’s steed
As she wordlessly agreed,
His will was worthy of their cause.

Through the Fatel Bog they sped
As onyx dust cloaked each in turn
From which arose a blinding pall,
A living shadow born to crawl
Betwixt reality and mind,
Till death, within them, was enshrined:
Each was shown their comrades slain;
Illusions of Skeith’s mortal game.

Fili wept and knelt to pray,
While Bith did halt in stunned dismay
Ere turning back upon the path,
Desires crushed by failure’s wrath.
The halfling tore about the swamp
Searching for the fount of death
Whose noxious fog had claimed the lives
Of those who’d stand against the Wave.

Alone the dark queen Helba rode
Remorseless through the baneful mire,
Cursing the Wave as she progressed
Bent solely on her noble quest,
And as she went the darkness lifted
Till she found her friends still living,
Mounted on their stagnant steeds
As if enchanted by some dream.

Calling forth an ancient rune,
The queen dispelled the evil bind;
Thus Skeith’s hold was undermined
And as he slowly evanesced
Each realized they’d been possessed
While Helba foretold a prophecy
Of eight heralds with demons blood,
Eight phases of the Cursed Wave.


As the boggy mud grew dry
Gyle Mountain rose before them,
A deadly oft avoided peak;
The swiftest route to Dun Loireag;
For eons standing as a god
O’er looking men with its facade
While hiding at its center true,
A molten pit of which none knew.

As they neared the summit’s height
Something waited midst their course:
A Chimera of the greatest size
With sleight blue malefic eyes
Exuding lust for their demise;
Then two, then four, then all around
The aberrations capped the ground,
Till hundreds stood in perfect stillness.

Charging forth as one they came
With rumbling fury at the four,
Who held a circle back to back,
Slaying beasts as they attacked;
Though as the horrors met their deaths,
Each vanished with its dying breath,
Unfleshly as a wayward thought
But for the bloody wounds they wrought.

Thus the ceaseless battle waged:
As each fiend fell another came
Till Bith cried out in dire need,
A lone chimera must be real;
The others conjured effigies;
Doppelgangers born to please
Their lord and master as slaves,
Incarnations of the Wave.

Deeming true the dark knight’s words,
Fili beseeched her allies three
For time to let her mind’s eye see;
Hence minutes passed as Fili prayed
Ere she raised her longbow high
And let a single arrow fly
Piercing clouds upon the sky
As though the shaft were blessed by god.


Falling with a feather‘s grace
The missile knew whom to embrace,
And like a tear from heaven shed
Smote its wrath on the demon’s head,
Laying to waste the vile horde;
As Innis’ power left the peak
Six words of spite he cruelly gave:
You shall never stop the Wave.

Past the mount they traveled far
Through Dun Loireag the highland town
Till they reached the woods of Breade
Where lay a mark for all to heed:
A sphere enclosed by myriad lines,
One of many travelers’ signs
Known by the halfling doubtlessly:
A labyrinth confronts beyond.

Foraging down countless paths,
Each branch producing two alike;
They hastened forth without event
Till Helba sensed a foul intent,
And turning, to her wonder found
A creature posing as a man,
Exquisite in his nakedness;
A mold no human could possess.

With arms spread wide the demon smiled
And Helba watched as though beguiled
While fallen twigs grew into trees,
Forming fast a wooden shield
Unyielding to the fiercest blow;
Then shrieks about the forest rang
As any beast with claw or fang
Descended on the narrow trail.

Besieged by creatures of the wood
They battled ‘gainst undying foes:
Each pair slain would recompose,
Birthing four at instant pace
As Magus watched with grinning glee,
Entombed within his wall of trees
Which faster grew then could be hewn;
A trait which spelled the heroes’ doom.


Thus the exalting onslaught went
Till Nameless conceived a final hope,
And drawing out a flask of spirits
Hurled it at the barricade,
Then blazed a spark with blade on blade
Setting to light a rampant fire;
A majestic funeral pyre
Felling the wall atop its maker.

Soon Breade was but a memory
O’ershadowed by the floral city:
Carmina Gadelica by name,
Of gentile and aesthetic fame;
Though swiftly too it fell behind
As Moyra Canyon darkly loomed,
Foreboding in its desolation
Ere the crossing had begun.

Hours aft the presaged end
Of that bleak and lengthy trek,
Moyra’s cliffs still stood aside,
Mocking each benumbing stride;
Till Bith remarked in somber phrase
They’d passed the same formations thrice,
Spun by some malign device
So deftly one might never know.

Having spake his solemn fear
A haunting voice then prophesied:
Your graveyard shall this chasm be
For here you will remain with me;
Helpless as the Wave consumes
Everything you’ve ever known,
Leaving naught behind but bone
And fading whispers on the wind.

Searching for escape in vain
They rode the passage once again;
But Fidchell’s brazen promise held:
Nowhere could the cliffs be scaled,
And though their course did never veer
While racing through the corridor,
They came to camp just as before;
Overcome by nauseous dread.


Dispel charms proved fruitless too;
Till Bith called for womanly aid,
Requesting they enchant his blade;
Then slowly marching down the path
For hours when he sensed at last
The entrapping portal’s edge;
Driving hard his sword to earth,
Razing Fidchell’s sorcery.

Long past the crucible of Moyra,
They sheltered in a citadel:
Fort Ouph, so said its denizens
Where mind and body could be cleansed
Of any hardships one endured
Ere disembarking further north
Over the barren Veishus Plain,
Where most who crossed it would remain.

The horses thrived on unmarked land,
Rejoicing in those countless miles
Till suddenly in concert halting
As ebon vapours coalesced
At Gorre’s inhuman behest,
Forging whole his grotesque form:
A tetra-legged mass of hate
Obscured midst a foul haze.

With putrid limbs the demon lashed;
Immense weight thrown behind each strike:
Through both guard and shield alike
The blows did wound unless evaded;
While each assault the heroes launched
Was somehow violently repelled:
Sheathed in armour craft of malice
The creature stood immune to challenge.

Battling with their utmost might
Each soon grew weary from the fight,
When Fili grazed the demon’s hide
And felt its overwhelming sadness;
No longer could abhorrence lie
Within her for the wretched fiend:
T’was but a puppet of the Wave
Devised to delve for each a grave.


As pity laced her heavy heart,
Fili strode towards the beast
Whose crushing limbs were now repulsed
Ere they touched her ivory skin;
When came she nigh with rapier drawn
A single thrust did slay its brawn,
For mercy guided Fili’s blade
Where scorn could never penetrate.

In time they reached Lia Fail,
Exhausted to the breaking point
Where healers did their wounds anoint
While speaking of the land beyond:
Knemisys was the desert’s name;
Devoid of life’s too fragile flame,
Though offering hope ever so slight:
The journey’s end was now in sight.

Once their strength had been regained
A woman of unmatched beauty came;
And standing in the village square
With naught to clothe but flowing hair,
She beckoned with an outstretched hand
As her siren song did ring
Throughout the quiet frontier town,
Calling both the knight and halfling.

Doused by some seducing force
Helba charged to find the source,
But like Fili arrived too late:
Bith and Nameless stood entranced
By Macha’s all-enticing spell
With which she did their blades compel
To set upon the women with
Whom they’d journeyed for so long.

Knowing well the quest would fail
If any were to perish here,
They could but dodge each fierce attack,
Unwilling to counter back;
Neither could Macha be harmed:
Protected by her servants two
No assault could carry through;
Such was the witchcraft’s passion.


In desperation Helba cast
A seldom sober sorcery:
The banshee’s cry for moments wailed,
Annulling the demon’s hymn
And sealing Macha’s fate therein;
For that lone unhindered instant
Was all the dark queen needed
To cut the bare seductress down.

So bidding to the town farewell
They forged ahead through Knemisys;
Uncrossed by any to return:
The arid distance was too great,
Yet they went without debate
To find whatever might await,
Knowing one predestined fact:
They’d not last the journey back.

Past untold dunes the horses ran
Till any sense of time was gone
And each grew jadedly withdrawn,
When, rising from the sands ahead
A small oasis lay outspread;
Water sparkling through the heat
Beneath a single godsent tree
Worth tenfold its weight in gold.

First they drank as ne’er before
Upon the tiny desert shore,
But found in frantic disarray
Just two fruits about the tree;
Soon both Queen and Halfling claimed
Their sex deserved the greater share,
While Fili spoke with fixed glare:
Equal parts were truly fair.

Bith alone did not take part
For something gnawed upon his heart;
Coming clear as swords were drawn
When words alone would not suffice;
Plunging through bark and wood his axe,
A shriek of fury tamed the fight
As the haven left their eyes;
Thus Tarvos met his swift demise


Presently the thirst awoke
As the demon’s magic broke,
But soon their spirits soared anew:
Sand gave way to fluid ground,
A joyous omen that they’d found
The Wavering Peninsula;
Awash with instability
Such as none had ever seen.

Colours shimmered ‘round the cape,
Blending aimlessly together
While hoof-beats danced about the land
Like echoes of a mindless band;
But all too soon this chaos paled
In contrast to the final phase:
Before the Stone of Destiny
Corbenik stood in mockery.

Titanic was his human form;
Eyes alight with vicious scorn
As he advanced with roaring strides
And spoke in truly humbling voice:
You’ve journeyed far and suffered much
To perish by my flawless touch;
For as you now shall plainly see,
No sprite exists to stand against me.

Ere the final word had died
A pulse erupted from his hand
Which all but one could not withstand:
Nameless stood in disbelief
As Helba, Bith, and Fili fell
Unconscious to the shifting earth;
Saved by halfling blood alone,
He’d fight this demon on his own.

Enraged that any dared resist,
Corbenik charged into the duel
With staggering ferocity
Bent towards his enemy
Who spun ever-elusively
Away from each leaden blow,
Requiting with his lustrous blades
Like some pernicious serenade.


Despite the halfling’s surest strike
Corbenik offered no respite,
For even as his steel drew blood
The lesion seamlessly would heal,
Till a voice in him confided:
Your weapons cannot harm this fiend;
Fight with those attached to life
To break his immortality.

Unequalled was the dark queen’s verve,
So taking up her royal sword
And yearning for true faith’s reward;
Nameless vaulted o’er his foe,
Driving the blade through flesh below
And landing on the other side
As the demon fell beside,
Both motionless for a time.

Soon burning with hellish fire
The fiend rose in satanic form
As the Halfling heard once more:
A weapon in accord with death
Will cleave this monster’s dying breath;
Thus endowed with Bith’s great axe
He snuffed Corbenik’s second life;
Though doubt within him now grew rife.

From ash the demon rose again,
Empowered by the pure heart
And soaring high with angel’s wings
As Nameless brandished Fili’s bow,
Firing volleys at each chance
Till the fiend could fly no more,
And beaten to its very core,
Fell to earth one final time.

Once the sprites had reawakened
The voice resounded in their minds:
You have my sincerest praises
For vanquishing the Wave’s eight phases,
Each imbued with twisted souls
Collected by their maker;
Each a brutal incarnation
Embodying the psyche.


Skeith, The Terror of Death;
Composed of deepest mortal fear
His morbid whispers silence cheer;
Innis, The Mirage of Deceit;
Cloaked within a deadly guise,
One must see truth amidst his lies;
Magus, The Propagator,
In his presence species’ thrive,
Ever able to survive;
Fidchell, The Prophet;
Predicating hopeless fate
To crush your will beneath its weight;
Gorre, The Machination;
Enrobed by vicious cruelty,
Immune to all but sympathy;
Macha, The Temptress;
Manifesting love and lust
To charm even the most robust;
Tarvos, The Avenger;
Envy and vengeance are the tools
With which he transforms men to fools;
And Corbenik, The Rebirth;
First compelled by all life’s riches
Then drawn towards the reaper’s scythe
Before ascending to the skies
On gusts of immaculate intent.

When this world was barely born
The Wave and I did battle here
For eons at same frontier,
Clashing once with utmost strength:
Our bodies spread across the land
Seeding all that now exists;
Substance did my form provide,
And he the spirit held inside.

I’ve waited for your coming since;
A specter sealed beneath this stone
Without a shape to call my own;
Thus I must entreat you all
To pay this last, most grievous cost:
Return to me what I have lost
That I might give my life to save
Those remaining from the Wave.


Each laid their hands upon the stone,
Vanishing as the dragon rose
In magnificent repose;
Feeding off his former tomb
Now serving as a holy womb;
The peninsula soon faded too:
Among the saddest kinds of loss,
Gone ere it could be forgotten.

In a breath the dragon flew
Back to besieged Mac Anu,
Where all the mages of the land
Had trenched their only stand
At the battered aqua gate
To stay the Wave in fervent hope
That the quest would yet succeed,
As Apeiron had once decreed.

Streaming forth in sheer delight,
The Twilight Dragon met the Wave;
Twirling ‘round his adversary
Till inextricably entwined
They momently shone as one,
Like a swiftly dying sun
Whose embers flare with glory bright
Before it’s taken by the night.

When the aura dissipated,
Wave and Dragon both were gone,
Though joy came not to Apeiron;
He knew this victory’s true price;
The last and greatest sacrifice
Which Helba and her friends had made
At land’s end so far away
For every voice that now did cheer.

Sprites have long since lost their wings
As they did their innocence,
The timeless dusk in which they lived,
And perhaps of all the saddest;
Of Helba and her servant Bith,
Of Fili and the Halfling too,
No memories remain but this

2nd part

Unknow where the Cursed Wave was born
After the stars doth cross the heavens
The sky in the East doth darken
And air doth fills with mourning.
From the chosen land beyond the forest,
A sign of the Wave is: Skeith, the Shadow of Death.
to drown all that stands.
Mirage of Deceit, Innis,
Betray all with the flawed image,
and did aid the Wave.
And by the Power of Magus,
a drop from the Wave doth reach the heavens,
and creates a new Wave.

With the Wave, Fidchell,
the power to tell the dark future,
hope darkens, sadness and dispair rule.
Gorre schemes the Pinnacle, and escape non can.
Tarvos still remains with more cruelty to punish and destroy.
And with the turbulent destruction after the Wave.
Only a void remains.
From deep within the void arrives Corbenik.

Yet to return, the shadowed one.
Who quests foe the Twilight Dragon
Rumbles the Dark Hearth,
And Helba, Queen of the Dark, has raised finally her army.
Apeiron, King of Light, beckins...
At the base of the rainbow they meet.
Against the abominable "Wave," together they fight.
Alba's lake boils.
Light's great tree doth fall.
Power- all now to droplets turned in the temple of Arche Koeln.
Returns to nothing, this world of shadowless ones.
Never to return, the shadowless one.
Who quests for the Twilight Dragon.

The wife buffeted by "Waves" turns her back on the field.
The daughter that waited for the shadows repeated,
"For sure... For sure I can go home."
But the girl did not know...
The truth that waited her at the end of the journey
The eternal mourning of her land.

In the place of the calamitous, only life was known.
After the circling stars
When the eastern dark void, the air full of dispair
In the depths of the divided forest, in the land of Karma,

Riding fast on the path is Skeith
Bearing death's shadow, it eliminates all that seek to thwart it.
The Confusing Mirage, Innis
Decevies those that see it with illusions, rescues the waves

The wave soaring high, when its head is smashed,
A new wave will emerge
To become Mangus's power.
When questioning the wave,
Hope's light will be lost when he speaks of the dark future of where
sorrow and resignation reign.
Using Fiddlehiem's Technique

When engulfed by the Waves of Calamity, Gorre will plan
The sweet snare of conciliation is Macha
The Waves, an exceeding maelstrom
Nothing can escape

When you think you have escaped, Tarvos exists
To destroy those with his exceeding cruelty
Upon violent requital, only to remain is the void, the vacant darkness
is the harbinger that Corbenik is to appear

Dispite being from a game I really love all versions of this poem.

[Rainbow Dash]

You really sure you want to open this Pandora's Box?

[Byuu.]

Adora-BR, on Feb 9 2010, 03:23 AM, said:

You really sure you want to open this Pandora's Box?

You don't know me to well if you think i'll back down from fun like this...

[Clock.]

Julius Caesar Act III, Scene II

Be patient till the last.
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my
cause, and be silent, that you may hear: believe me
for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that
you may believe: censure me in your wisdom, and
awake your senses, that you may the better judge.
If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of
Caesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar
was no less than his. If then that friend demand
why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer:
--Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved
Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living and
die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live
all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him;
as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was
valiant, I honour him: but, as he was ambitious, I
slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his
fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his
ambition. Who is here so base that would be a
bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.
Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If
any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so
vile that will not love his country? If any, speak;
for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.

[Serah.]

Ragun, on Feb 8 2010, 11:15 PM, said:

With the recent thread that just went by it gave me the idea for this thread.

Post your favorite quotes from a Poem or Novel you've read.

Epitaph of the Twilight (yes I know its from a game but F U its a good poem >:|)

I LOVE YOU!

[Rainbow Dash]

"Arguing with anonymous strangers on the Internet is a sucker's game because they almost always turn out to be—or to be indistinguishable from—self-righteous sixteen-year-olds possessing infinite amounts of free time."

Neal Stephenson
"Cryptonomicon

Also *points to quote in sig*

[BeyondD]

Short Qoute Durr:. though i forgot where it was from such fail xD
Past Glory means nothing on the battlefield

[Rainbow Dash]

Hogswatch came after the excitement of the cabbage harvest when it was pretty quiet in Scrote
and there was nothing much to look forward to until the fun of the sprout festival.
This shack had an iron stove, with a pipe that went up through the thick cabbage-leaf thatch.
Voices echoed faintly within the pipe.
THIS IS REALLY, REALLY STUPID.
'I think the tradition got started when everyone had them big chimneys, master.' This voice
sounded as though it was coming from someone standing on the roof and shouting down the pipe.
INDEED? IT'S ONLY A MERCY IT'S UNLIT.
There was some muffled scratching and banging, and then a thump from within the pot belly of
the stove.
DAMN.
'What's up, master?'
THE DOOR HAS NO HANDLE ON THE INSIDE. I CALL THAT INCONSIDERATE.
There were some more bumps, and then a scrape as the stove lid was lifted up and pushed
sideways. An arm came out and felt around the front of the stove until it found the handle.
It played with it for a while, but it was obvious that the hand did not belong to a person used to
opening things.
In short, Death came out of the stove. Exactly how would be difficult to describe without
folding the page. Time and space were, from Death's point of view, merely things that he'd heard
described. When it came to Death, they ticked the box marked Not Applicable. It might help to
think of the universe as a rubber sheet, or perhaps not.
'Let us in, master,' a pitiful voice echoed down from the roof. 'It's brass monkeys out here.'
Death went over to the door. Snow was blowing underneath it. He peered nervously at the
woodwork. There was a thump outside and Albert's voice sounded a lot closer.
'What's up, master?'
Death stuck his head through the wood of the door.
THERE'S THESE METAL THINGS
'Bolts, master. You slide them,' said Albert, sticking his hands under his armpits to keep them
warm.
AH.
Death's head disappeared. Albert stamped his feet and watched his breath cloud in the air while
he listened to the pathetic scrabbling on the other side of the door.
Death's head appeared again.
ER ...
'It's the latch, master,' said Albert wearily.
RIGHT. RIGHT.
'You put your thumb on it and push it down.'
RIGHT.
The head disappeared. Albert jumped up and down a bit, and waited.
The head appeared.
ER ... I WAS WITH YOU UP TO THE THUMB...
Albert sighed. 'And then you press down and pull, master.'
AH. RIGHT. GOT YOU.
The head disappeared.
Oh dear, thought Albert. He just can't get the hang of them, can he ... ?
The door jerked open. Death stood behind it, beaming proudly, as Albert staggered in, snow
blowing in with him.
'Blimey, it's getting really parky,' said Albert. 'Any sherry?' he added hopefully.
IT APPEARS NOT.
Death looked at the sock hooked on to the side of the stove. It had a hole in it.
A letter, in erratic handwriting, was attached to it. Death picked it up.
THE BOY WANTS A PAIR OF TROUSERS THAT HE DOESN'T HAVE TO SHARE, A
HUGE MEAT PIE, A SUGAR MOUSE, 'A LOT OF TOYS' AND A PUPPY CALLED
SCRUFF.
'Ah, sweet,' said Albert. 'I shall wipe away a tear, 'cos what he's gettin', see, is this little wooden toy
and an apple.' He held them out.
BUT THE LETTER CLEARLY
'Yes, well, it's socio-economic factors again,
right?' said Albert 'The world'd be in a right mess if everyone got what they asked for, eh?'
I GAVE THEM WHAT THEY WANTED IN THE STORE . . .
'Yeah, and that's gonna cause a lot of trouble, master. All them "toy pigs that really work". I
didn't say nothing 'cos it was getting the job done but you can't go on like that. What good's a god
who gives you everything you want?'
YOU HAVE ME THERE.
‘It’s the hope that's important. Big part of belief, hope. Give people jam today and they'll just sit
and eat it. jam tomorrow, now - that'll keep them going for ever.'
AND YOU MEAN THAT BECAUSE OF THIS THE POOR GET POOR THINGS AND
THE RICH GET RICH THINGS?
' 's right,' said Albert. 'That's the meaning of Hogswatch.'
Death nearly wailed.
BUT I'M THE HOGFATHER! He looked embarrassed. AT THE MOMENT, I MEAN.
'Makes no difference,' said Albert, shrugging. 'I remember when I was a nipper, one Hogswatch I
had my heart set on this huge model horse they had in the shop . . .' His face creased for a moment
in a grim smile of recollection. 'I remember I spent hours one day, cold as charity the weather was, I
spent hours with my nose pressed up against the window . . . until they heard me callin', and unfroze
me. I saw them take it out of the window, someone was in there buying it, and, y'know, just for a
second I thought it really was going to be
for me ... Oh. I dreamed of that toy horse. It were red and white with a real saddle and everything.
And rockers. I'd've killed for that horse.' He shrugged again. 'Not a chance, of course, 'cos we
didn't have a pot to piss in and we even `ad to spit on the bread to make it soft enough to eat---'
PLEASE ENLIGHTEN ME. WHAT IS SO IMPORTANT ABOUT HAVING A POT TO
PISS IN?
'It's ... it's more like a figure of speech, master. It means you're as poor as a church mouse.'
ARE THEY POOR?
'Well ... yeah.'
BUT SURELY NOT MORE POOR THAN ANY OTHER MOUSE? AND, AFTER ALL,
THERE TEND TO BE LOTS OF CANDLES AND THINGS THEY COULD EAT.
'Figure of speech again, master. It doesn't have to make sense.'
OH. I SEE. DO CARRY ON.
'O' course, I still hung up my stocking on Hogswatch Eve, and in the morning, you know, you
know what? Our dad had put in this little horse he'd carved his very own self . . .'
AH, said Death. AND THAT WAS WORTH MORE THAN ALL THE EXPENSIVE TOY
HORSES IN THE WORLD,EH?
Albert gave him a beady look. 'No!' he said. 'It weren't. All I could think of was it wasnt the big
horse in the window.'
Death looked shocked.
BUT HOW MUCH BETTER TO HAVE A TOY CARVED WITH---
'No. Only grown-ups think like that,' said
Albert. 'You're a selfish little bugger when you're seven. Anyway, Dad got ratted after lunch and
trod on it.'
LUNCH?
'All right, mebbe we had a bit of pork chipping tor the bread . . .'
EVEN SO, THE SPIRIT OF HOGSWATCH---
Albert sighed. 'If you like, master. If you like.'
Death looked perturbed.
BUT SUPPOSING THE HOGFATHER HAD BROUGHT YOU THE WONDERFUL
HORSE---
'Oh, Dad would've flogged it for a couple of bottles,' said Albert.
BUT WE HAVE BEEN INTO HOUSES WHERE THE CHILDREN HAD MANY TOYS
AND BROUGHT THEM EVEN MORE TOYS, AND IN HOUSES LIKE THIS THE
CHILDREN GET PRACTICALLY NOTHING.
'Huh, we'd have given anything to get practically nothing when I were a lad,' said Albert.
BE HAPPY WITH WHAT YOU'VE GOT, IS THAT THE IDEA?
'That's about the size of it, master. A good god line, that. Don't give 'em too much and tell 'em to
be happy with it. jam tomorrow, see.'
THIS IS WRONG. Death hesitated. I MEAN ... IT'S RIGHT to BE HAPPY WITH WHAT
YOU'VE GOT. BUT YOU'VE GOT TO HAVE SOMETHING TO BE HAPPY ABOUT
HAVING. THERE'S NO POINT IN BEING HAPPY ABOUT HAVING NOTHING.
Albert felt a bit out of his depth in this new tide of social philosophy.
'Dunno,' he said. 'I suppose people'd say
they've got the moon and the stars and suchlike.'
I'M SURE THEY WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO PRODUCE THE PAPERWORK.
'All I know is, if Dad'd caught us with a big bag of pricey toys wed just have got a ding round the
earhole for nicking 'em.'
IT IS ... UNFAIR.
'That's life, master.'
BUT I'M NOT.
'I meant this is how it's supposed to go, master,' said Albert.
NO. YOU MEAN THIS IS HOW IT GOES.
Albert leaned against the stove and rolled himself one of his horrible thin cigarettes. It was best
to let the master work his own way through these things. He got over them eventually. It was like
that business with the violin. For three days there was nothing but twangs and broken strings, and
then he'd never touched the thing again. That was the trouble, really. Everything the master did
was a bit like that. When things got into his head you just had to wait until they leaked out again.
He'd thought that Hogswatch was all ... plum pudding and brandy and ho ho ho and he didn't
have the kind of mind that could ignore all the other stuff. And so it hurt him.
IT IS HOGSWATCH, said Death, AND PEOPLE DIE ON THE STREETS. PEOPLE
FEAST BEHIND LIGHTED WINDOWS AND OTHER PEOPLE HAVE NO HOMES. IS
THIS FAIR?
'Well, of course, that's the big issue---' Albert began.
THE PEASANT HAD A HANDFUL OF BEANS AND THE KING HAD SO MUCH HE
WOULD NOT EVEN NOTICE THAT WHICH HE GAVE AWAY. IS THIS FAIR?
'Yeah, but if you gave it all to the peasant then in a year or two he'd be just as snooty as the king-
--' began Albert, jaundiced observer of human nature.
NAUGHTY AND NICE? said Death. BUT IT'S EASY
TO BE NICE IF YOU'RE RICH. IS THIS FAIR?
Albert wanted to argue. He wanted to say, Really? In that case, how come so many of the rich
buggers is bastards? And being poor don't mean being naughty, neither. We was poor when I were
a kid, but we was honest. Well, more stupid than honest, to tell the truth. But basically honest.
He didn't argue, though. The master wasn't in any mood for it. He always did what needed to be
done.
'You did say we just had to do this so's people'd believe-' he began, and then stopped and started
again. 'When it comes to fair, master, you yourself-'
I AM EVEN-HANDED TO RICH AND POOR ALIKE, snapped Death. BUT THIS
SHOULD NOT BE A SAD TIME. THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE THE SEASON TO BE
JOLLY. He wrapped his red robe around him. AND OTHER THINGS ENDING IN OLLY, he
added.

Terry Pratchett
"Hogfather"

[Scyth]

Sure is long quotes here.

The Alchemist

Quote

With mounting beat the utter fire
Charred existence and desire.

A Song of Ice and Fire

Quote

If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and here his final words. And if you can not do that, then perhaps the men does not deserve to die. [...] A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is.

[Lulei]

Adding to the short cause:

[quote name='Moiraine in Robert Jordan's The Shadow Rising']Where is he? He has learned the first art of kings, it seems. Making people wait.[/quote]

Death is lighter than a feather, but duty heavier than a mountain.[/quote]

[Arialle]

"One that drowns in oneself will eventually fall to darkness..." - Grandma (not mines~!!!)

[Rainbow Dash]

The nam-shub of Enki, original hacker, y0.

Once upon a time, there was no snake, there was no scorpion,

There was no hyena, there was no lion,

There was no wild dog, no wolf,

There was no fear, no terror,

Man had no rival.


In those days, the land Shubur-Hamazi,

Harmony-tongued Sumer, the great land of the me of princeship,

Uri, the land having all that is appropriate,

The land Martu, resting in security,

The whole universe, the people well cared for,

To Enlil in one tongue gave speech.


Then the lord defiant, the prince defiant, the king defiant,

Enki, the lord of abundance, whose commands are trustworthy,

The lord of wisdom, who scans the land,

The leader of the gods,

The lord of Eridu, endowed with wisdom,

Changed the speech in their mouths, put contention into it,

Into the speech of man that had been one.

[Rainbow Dash]

Celes, on Feb 10 2010, 08:49 PM, said:

someone should make it clear whether or not this thread is geared toward short quotes/aphorisms/proverbs/sayings/etc or just giant poetry excerpts...o_o

I should post the entirety of a doorstopper size novel!

[Arialle]

Celes, on Feb 10 2010, 07:49 PM, said:

someone should make it clear whether or not this thread is geared toward short quotes/aphorisms/proverbs/sayings/etc or just giant poetry excerpts...o_o

:) I do not think that it matters whether or not its long or short. Just have fun and post a quote~!

[Nudeh]

fake, on Feb 11 2010, 10:31 PM, said:

"True intellectuals attempt to simplify concepts so the general public may understand them; pseudo ones attempt to complicate them to create an illusion of superiority."
- by my favorite writer ^_____^

That would seem to make the whole of contemporary literary critics false intellectuals. Unless of course, HMMMM....

And I'm personally against just posting massive excerpts of text. the board should, in my opinion, be a modicum for discussion

"I despise perfection. In a perfect world, there would be no books"

[Scyth]

Nudeh, on Feb 12 2010, 01:45 AM, said:

And I'm personally against just posting massive excerpts of text. the board should, in my opinion, be a modicum for discussion

I'm just against it because it's stupid I have to scroll down for an hour 'till I get down to the bottom of the page...

Quotes != Excerpts