Best 35 quotes of Mike Carey on MyQuotes

All stories are lies, but good stories are lies made of light and fire. They lift our hearts out of the dust and out of the grave.

An excellent indie horror book with a wholly original premise.

Human beings take social stances, and if you’re respectful of all human beings, you have to decide what you’re going to do and why you’re going to do it.

I know that if a team had a derogatory name for African Americans, I would help those who helped extinguish that name. I have quite a few friends who are Native Americans. And even if I didn’t have Native American friends, the name of the team is disrespectful.

I think Louisville will be fired up for this game. They might be in revenge mode. But, this time of the year records, don't mean much. Anything can happen.

I took a strong dislike to him right then to save time and effort later.

The world is a book. Some words stand out from the page.

Those heart-hammering nightmares that start to lose coherence even as you're waking up from them, but that still manage to leave their moldering fingerprints all across your day.

When a book is read an irrevocable thing happens — a murder, followed by an imposture. The story in the mind murders the story on the page, and takes its place.

Words are the birds that break cover and show your enemy where you're hiding.

You use the word "Infinity" very glibly.... Have you ever been there? Time and space are extensions of the mind, the will. Which means that infinity is a purely local phenomenon. You can turn over a stone and find it crawling there. Or you can make it yourself out of whatever materials are at hand.

And for Peter... well, sometimes cruelty is kindness in disguise. Sometimes pain is the best teacher. Sometimes it does you no harm to realize that there's a limit to what you can get away with.

Because all the waters of the ocean won't fill a bucket with a hole in it. And that's their fall, and that's their fellowship. Desire. The hole in the bucket: the gulf of yearning into which the soul empties itself.

Elaine: He saved my life twice. He's the only grown-up I know who keeps his promises. Michael: Yes. It is a point of pride with him. But please — don't mistake it for a virtue.

Yahweh: You've been unhappy because you've desired things that cannot be. Lucifer: That's what desire IS. The need for what we can't have. The need for what's readily available is called greed.

Do you remember the first lad or lass you loved? When you felt your chest was too narrow to hold your heart? When it seemed the world was made anew by your passion? And do you remember the fear that comes with love? The fear that it cannot last? The fear that you cannot be worthy of it? Truly we were not. none of us. But did it not come anyway? How we have poured our souls into another's lips and eyes. How we have died and been born again in the ebb and flow of their breath.

For every soul there are a million harbors. Those who would have you see the infinite as a coin with but two faces are not your friends.

If I had a box full of all the evils of the world, I'd open it just a little way and push you inside. Then I'd close it again for always.

I have stared into the light and you are all my shadows.

I learn about how stories work for the same reason that soldiers learn how to strip a rifle. You should, too.

I'm not going to heal. Not if healing means shrugging your shoulders and saying 'Life goes on'. Life doesn't go on.

It does no good to run. And it does no good to hide. But I know what it's like. Your brain shuts down, and you follow your instincts. Or, at least, you think you do. But you know what you're really doing? When you flee through the night, or crawl into your little bolt-hole? You know what's really guiding you? Controlling you? Pushing you on? Genre conventions.

It was a hot, moist armpit of a night...

Men, women, children - all have souls. Tables. Rocks. Wheels. Cups. All likewise have souls. Spirit lives in matter. All matter. Where else would it live?

Nadie vive feliz para siempre, Tom. Si eso pasara, la historia tendría que parar. Porque la historia está sustentada en los esfuerzos y agonías sin fin del héroe. Las vueltas y los giros de una historia parecen un laberinto. Pero en realidad son su opuesto. No hay vueltas erróneas. Sólo un camino a seguir, y un punto final. Cada vez que cerramos un libro, les damos un respiro. Un momento de paz. Un momento, no más que eso. Pero créeme, jovencito...ese momento es lo más cerca que estarás, en toda tu vida, de un final feliz.

Nothing is immune to Time. Not even eternity.

That's what I've never been able to get about religion: that charmless combination of altruism and insanity. Give me a cynical, self-interested bastard any day of the week; at least you can play chicken with him and know he'll stick to the rules.

There are no special places in hell. Hell is a democracy.

The right idea at the right time is like a dandelion...You may hack it down, but you only spread the seeds abroad.

The world seems to work in predictable ways, and you think you see the pattern. But that's fatal. Because it's only a pattern until you meet the first event that doesn't fit. And by then it's too late. By then, all the tricks you've learned to deal with the world -- well, they just don't work anymore.

Vanessa Rey chose the words for her own headstone, taking her theme from the Bhagavad Gita. "Certain is death, for the living, certain is life, for the dead." Think about that.

You know, I'm like Avis rent-a-car: Because I'm insignificant, I try harder.

You know what pulp is, Mr. Tallis? It's the flesh of a luscious fruit, mashed down into an incredible, half liquid richness. so saturated with flavor that it fills your whole body, not just your mouth.

You move on. You move back. On because you're always getting older, back because there's always a set of habits and routines to catch you and suck you back in when your guard is down.

You read any Greek myths, puppy? The one about the gorgon Medusa, particularly? I used to wonder what could be so terrible that you couldn't survive even looking at it. Until I got a little older and I figured out the obvious answer. Everything.