When you are dining with a demon, you got to have a long spoon.
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
I wasn't born with a golden spoon in my mouth. It was a really tough life.
Mother and daughter like spoons in a drawer.
The rule in carving holds good as to criticism; never cut with a knife what you can cut with a spoon.
If you try hard enough, you can bend the spoon; you can shift reality.
Teddy Brewster: [to Mr. Witherspoon] Mr. Witherfork. Mr. Witherspoon: "Spoon".
A spoon does not know the taste of soup, nor a learned fool the taste of wisdom.
You wanna eat? I can hand you a spoon.
But if Smith was right, and gold and silver became money through the natural workings of the market completely independently of governments, then wouldn't the obvious thing be to just grab control of the gold and silver mines?
Out of the firelight everything was black and silver, black island, rocks and trees carved cleanly out of the sky and silver river with a flashing light rippling back and forth along the lip of the fall.
Guys willing to hold your dick are a dime a dozen; save your hearts for the one who wants to hold your hand.
There can be such a sky, and such A play of rays, that our heart feels An insult to a doll is more Piteous than an insult to oneself. ("It Happened at Vallen-Koski")
I have come," said a deep voice behind them. They turned and saw the Lion himself, so bright and real and strong that everything else began at once to look pale and shadowy compared with him.
Adventures are only interesting once you've lived to see the end of them. Before that, they are nothing but fear, and being too cold or too hot or too wet or too hungry, and getting hurt.
I have never yet figured out what to do about good advice that you get, and that you know right away would help you, but that you cannot follow.
Danger lies in the extreme. A man who is always cruel is evil, a man who is always compassionate will be taken advantage of. It is more a question of balance, or harmony, if you will.
It is one thing to look at a mistreated boat and another to look at a tomb. The silence of the bay seemed more intense. And I could see the glint of the carrion flies.
I, uh, didn't mean to upset everyone." "Didn't you though?" he spoke softly. "You seem to have a habit of coming in like a storm and leaving a path of destruction and confusion in your wake.
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories which can lessen the pain at losing a person you have loved, and will always love. There are no rules, with loss.
Strange, what the heart can bear. It can carry grief beyond measure. It can bear a weight that is too great to speak of. But a heart can't bear the world. It has its limits...
