Best 23 quotes in «good omens quotes» category

You can't second-guess ineffability, I always say.

...all tapes left in a car for more than about a fortnight metamorphose into 'Best of Queen' albums. No particular demonic thoughts were going through his head. In fact, he was currently wondering who Moey and Chandon were.

A skeleton, even a walking one, is at least human; Death of a sort lurks inside every living creature.

But you can't just leave it at that!" said Anathema, pushing forward. "Think of all things you could do! Good things." "Like what?" said Adam suspiciously. "Well... you could bring all the whales back, to start with." He put his head on one side. "An' that'd stop people killing them?" She hesitated. It would have been nice to say yes. "An' if people do start killing 'em, what would you ask me to do about 'em?" said Adam. "No. I reckon I'm getting the hang of this now. Once I start messing around like that, there'd be no stoppin' it. Seems to me, the only sensible thing is for people to know if they kill a whale, they've got a dead whale.

I bet you don't have to be Spanish to be the Spanish Inquisition," said Adam. "I bet it's like Scottish eggs or American hamburgers. It just has to look Spanish. We've just got to make it look Spanish. Then everyone would know it's the Spanish Inquisition.

Adam looked at Them. They were his kind of people, too. You just had to decide who your friends really were.

A los que Crowley no podía soportar era a ésos que se llamaban a sí mismos satánicos. No sólo por lo que hacían, sino por la manía que tenían de achacárselo todo al Infierno. Se les ocurría alguna idea vomitiva que no se le pasaría a un demonio por la cabeza ni en un millón de años, alguna atrocidad oscura y descerebrada que sólo una mente humana hecha y derecha podría concebir, y luego gritaban: «¡El Diablo me empujó a hacerlo!», y se quedaban con los jueces cuando lo cierto es que el Diablo nunca empujaba a nadie a nada. No le hacía falta. Y eso a los humanos les costaba entenderlo. El Infierno no era ningún gran depósito de mal, no más de lo que, según Crowley, el Cielo era una fuente de bien; eran sólo bandos en una gran partida cósmica de ajedrez. Y era en la mente humana donde se hallaba la verdadera fuente de la bondad verdadera y de la verdadera maldad de infarto.

Crecemos leyendo cosas de piratas, de vaqueros, de naves espaciales y cosas así, y cuando te crees que el mundo está lleno de todo eso, van y te dicen que en verdad son todo ballenas muertas, bosques talados y residuos nucleares por ahí sueltos durante un millón de años. Pues para eso no vale la pena crecer, mira tú por dónde.

Having a baby is the single mos joyous co-experience that two human beings can share, and he wasn't going to miss a second of it. He got one of the Secret Service men to videotape it for him.

Newton Pulsifer had never...as far as he knew, ever believed in anything. It had been embarrassing, because he quite wanted to believe in something, since he recognized that belief was the lifebelt that got most people through the choppy waters of Life. He'd have liked to believe in a supreme God, although he'd have preferred a half-hour's chat with Him before committing himself, to clear up one or two points. He'd sat in all sorts of churches, waiting for that single flash of blue light, and it hadn't come. And then he'd tried to become an official Atheist and hadn't got the rock-hard, self-satisfied strength of belief even for that. And every single political party had seemed to him equally dishonest. .... Then he'd tried believing in the Universe, which seemed sound enough until he'd innocently started reading new books with words like Chaos and Time and Quantum in the titles. He'd found that even the people whose job of work was, so to speak, the Universe, didn't really believe in it and were actually quite proud of not knowing what it really was or even if it could theoretically exist. To Newt's straightforward mind this was intolerable.

Oh, he did his best to make their short lives miserable, because that was his job, but nothing he could think up was half as bad as the stuff they thought up themselves. They seemed to have a talent for it. It was built into the design, somehow. They were born into a world that was against them in a thousand little ways, and then devoted most of their energies to making it worse.

It'd be a funny old world, he reflected, if demons went round trusting one another.

One of the nice things about time, Crowley always said, was that it was steadily taking him further away from the fourteenth century.

She managed to come up with the kind of predictions that you can only understand after the thing has happened," said Anathema. "Like 'Do Notte Buye Betamacks.' That was a prediction for 1972.

Some police forces would believe anything. Not the Metropolitan police, though. The Met was the hardest, most cynically pragmatic, most stubbornly down-to-earth police force in Britain. It would take a lot to faze a copper from the Met. It would take, for example, a huge, battered car that was nothing more nor less than a fireball, a blazing, roaring, twisted metal lemon from Hell, driven by a grinning lunatic in sunglasses, sitting amid the flames, trailing thick black smoke, coming straight at them through the lashing rain and wind at eighty miles an hour. That would do it every time.

Para comprender el estado de la humanidad puede que baste con saber que la mayoría de los grandes triunfos y grandes catástrofes de la historia no se deben a que las personas son buenas en esencia o malas en esencia, sino a que las personas son en esencia personas.

The book was commonly known as the Buggre Alle This Bible. The lengthy compositor's error, if such it may be called, occurs in the book of Ezekiel, chapter 48, verse five. 2. And bye the border of Dan, fromme the east side fo the west side, a portion for Afher. 3. And by the border of Afher, fromme the east side even untoe the west side, a portion for Naphtali. 4. And by the border of Naphtali, from the east side untoe the west side, a portion for Manaffeh. 5. Buggre Alle this for a Larke. I amme sick to mye Hart of typefettinge. Master Biltonn if no Gentelmann, and Master Scagges noe more than a tighte fisted Southwarke Knobbefticke. I telle you, onne a daye laike thif Ennywone withe half and oz of Sense shoulde bee oute in the Sunneshain, ane nott Stucke here alle the liuelong daie inn thif mowldey olde By-Our-Lady Workefhoppe. @ *"Æ@;!* 6. And bye the border of Ephraim, from the east fide even untoe the west fide, a portion for Reuben.* * The Buggre Alle This Bible was also noteworthy for having twenty-seven verses in the third chapter of Genesis, instead of the more usual twenty-four. They followed verse 24, which in the King James version reads: "So he drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life," and read: 25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying Where is the flaming sword which was given unto thee? 26 And the Angel said, I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down some where, forget my head next. 27 And the Lord did not ask him again.

(They) weren't, when you got right down to it, particularly evil. Human beings mostly aren't. They just get carried away by new ideas, like dressing up in jackboots and shooting people, or dressing up in white sheets and lynching people, or dressing up in tie-dye jeans and playing guitars at people. Offer people a new creed with a costume and their hearts and minds will follow.

The world was bright and strange and he was in the middle of it.

I don’t see why it matters what is written. Not when it’s about people. It can always be crossed out.

You see a wile, you thwart. Am I right?

You think wars get started because some duke gets shot, or someone cuts off one’s ear, or someone’s sited their missiles in the wrong place. It’s not like that. That’s just well, just reasons, which haven’t got anything to do with it. What really causes wars is two sides that can’t stand the sight of one another and the pressure builds up and up and then anything will cause it. Anything at all.

Voodoo is a very interesting religion for the whole family, even those members of it who are dead.