[b]Neil Gaiman
Because if you don’t stand up for the stuff you don’t like, when they come for the stuff you do like, you’ve already lost.[/b]
Not counting the stuff you loathe of course.
The only advice I can give you is what you’re telling yourself. Only, maybe you’re too scared to listen.
Don’t you just hate that?
If you sit down and think about it sensibly, you come up with some very funny ideas. Like: why make people inquisitive, and then put some forbidden fruit where they can see it with a big neon finger flashing on and off saying ‘THIS IS IT!’? … I mean, why do that if you really don’t want them to eat it, eh? I mean, maybe you just want to see how it all turns out. Maybe it’s all part of a great big ineffable plan. All of it. You, me, him, everything. Some great big test to see if what you’ve built all works properly, eh? You start thinking: it can’t be a great cosmic game of chess, it has to be just very complicated Solitaire.
Meanwhile, in Las Vegas…
There are four simple ways for the observant to tell Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar apart: first, Mr. Vandemar is two and a half heads taller than Mr. Croup; second, Mr. Croup has eyes of a faded china blue, while Mr. Vandemar’s eyes are brown; third, while Mr. Vandemar fashioned the rings he wears on his right hand out of the skulls of four ravens, Mr. Croup has no obvious jewelry; fourth, Mr. Croup likes words, while Mr. Vandemar is always hungry. Also, they look nothing at all alike.
On the other hand, they’re both objectivists.
Richard did not believe in angels, he never had. He was damned if he was going to start now. Still, it was much easier not to believe in something when it was not actually looking directly at you and saying your name.
We’ll need more details of course.
She said we all not only could know everything. We do. We just tell ourselves we don’t to make it all bearable.
Everything isn’t like that at all where I come from.