Jöns: It's hell with women, and hell without. Best to kill them all while the fun lasts.
You've read half the books in this house? This whole house?" "Well, approximately half." Sticky said. "To be more accurate, I suppose I've read more like" - his eyes went up as he calculated - "three sevenths? Yes, three sevenths." "Only three sevent...
You just called me a bitch! But that's not a bad thing. See what I meant was you're an unapologetic hard ass!
[Antonius Block lets Death choose which chess pieces to play] Antonius Block: You drew black. Death: Appropriate, don't you think?
Antonius Block: Faith is a torment. It is like loving someone who is out there in the darkness but never appears, no matter how loudly you call.
Jöns: Love is the blackest of all plagues... if one could die of it, there would be some pleasure in love, but you don't die of it.
Jöns: Do you have any brandy? I've had nothing but water. It's made me as thirsty as a camel in the desert.
Where you look you follow so never look back and never look down. This quote is especially useful if you happen to be riding a horse.
Blacksmith Plog: Hey Jöns, purely confidential, isn't life quite...? Jöns: [interrupts Plog] Yes, it is... but don't think about that now. Blacksmith Plog: [to himself] It's ludicrous, that's what it is.
Like space, the soul is not an expression of eternal constancy but of constant change, and this motion has but one purpose: to continue forward, on the narrow ledge, in the absurd hope that you can escape the Darkness.
Sapphires for my bride-to-be and a severed head for the king my brother," said Duke Richard cheerfully. "As St Paul pointed out, gifts may vary but the spirit is the same. In the present instance, a spirit of goodwill.
Antonius Block: This is my hand. I can turn it. The blood is still running in it. The sun is still in the sky and the wind is blowing. And I... I, Antonius Block, play chess with Death.
[watching a young woman get burned at the stake] Jöns: Who will take care care of that child? Is it the angels or God or Satan or the emptiness? The emptiness, Sire? Antonius Block: It can't be so!
Blacksmith Plog: I'm going to pinch them in the nose with my pliers. I'm going to pound them on the chest with my little hammer. I'm going to crack them lightly on the head with my sledgehammer
Each of us, I think, adopts a comfortable and familiar era or place in which to plant ourselves; and from then on, that which disagrees with our memories -- a new building here, a change in paint there -- is forever jarring and anachronistic.
My father has the proper degrees and framed pictures on the walls, though they're mostly taped over with photos of children, family and friends. Images from the past and present and trips and experiences combined with files on the floor – it's a ha...
Mia: You don't look so happy. Antonius Block: No. Mia: Are you tired? Antonius Block: Yes. I have boring company. Mia: You mean your squire? Antonius Block: No, not him. Mia: Who do you mean, then? Antonius Block: Myself.
Death: When next we meet, the hour will strike for you and your friends. Antonius Block: And will you reveal your secrets? Death: I have no secrets. Antonius Block: So do you know nothing? Death: I am unknowing.
I knew from Brianna that being beautiful wasn’t all great. Brianna had changed in middle school. One day we were both seventh graders and the next, she was a supermodel who had a seventh grader for a best friend.
You have a pet theory, one you have been turning over for years, that life itself is a kind of Rube Goldberg device, an extremely complicated machine designed to carry out the extremely simple task of constructing your soul.
Antonius Block: I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void. The void is a mirror. I see my face and feel loathing and horror. My indifference to men has shut me out. I live now in a world of ghosts, a prisoner in my dreams.
