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October 2007

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Merging galaxies

north_of_now in themusesgarden

Ghosts of you and me

Don't worry, he's crazy, so he doesn't have to have any particular reasons for being up on a telephone pole.

Inconvenience is adventure wrongly considered.

Not gods, just men.

"I read some book about brains. My roommate had it and she kept waving it around. It was like, how five thousand years ago the lobes of the brain fused and before that people thought when the right lobe of the brain said anything it was the voice of some god telling them what to do. It's just brains."
-Sam, American Gods

"I bet it's like space aliens. These days, people see space aliens. Back then they saw gods. Maybe the space aliens come from the right side of the brain."
"I don't think the gods ever gave rectal probes. And they didn't mutilate the cattle themselves. They got people to do it for them."
-Sam and Shadow

The locals were implacable. "When they see the corpses of their friends, they'll know we don't want them here."

"You're fucked up Mister, but you're cool."

"He's a jerk. I'm proud of my Indian blood. It helps pay my college tuition."

Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.

There used to be a real me, but I had it surgically removed.

Common sense is just a collection of prejudices claimed by the age of 18.

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.

Every ending is a new beginning.
Your lucky number is none.
Your lucky color is dead.