Chris Wooding Quotes & Sayings

I want ... something other than what I know. She is so strange to me, you see? I think that her life must have been very different from mine (...) I want to know what that is like. — Chris Wooding

She felt like a proper lady, she did. — Chris Wooding

I'd love to see the Iron Jackal's face when he finds out I'm already dead," he said with half a grin. "Now that's irony." "No it ain't, Cap'n. It's just some shit that happened. — Chris Wooding

I wanted to write an adventure in the old-fashioned way, something to which I could apply the adjective 'rollicking' and not feel embarrassed. But I've never liked my heroes to be too heroic, so they ended up being a bunch of criminals instead. — Chris Wooding

They were happy, and free, and the endless sky awaited them. It was enough. — Chris Wooding

Then a person has only one tale?"
No, some have two or three separate ones or more," Fleet said. "Some people have many tales. Sometimes they are linked into one big tale, sometimes they are utterly distinct. Most people do not have one at all. — Chris Wooding

I do screen work, adult books, kids books and comic stuff, which gives me a pretty full plate. The problem is usually choosing which one I want to work on next. — Chris Wooding

Mankind is not yet mature enough to take responsability for its mistakes. — Chris Wooding

They believe all connections are temporary, so to cling to them makes no sense. When someone is gone, they're gone. Live for now; the present is all there is. You can't know what will happen next, so why worry? Consequences are natural and.inevitable. just do what you feel you must. — Chris Wooding

You alright?' Frey asked him. Crake gave him an accusing glare. 'I thought I'd given up all dignity long ago when I joined this crew,' he said. 'But this? This is a new low, Frey.'
'It's character-building,' said Frey. — Chris Wooding

I like writing comic pages, discovering the rhythm of the panels, learning how much you can and can't express. It's good to stretch myself as a writer instead of always doing prose work; I write screenplays for the same reason. — Chris Wooding

Our heroes have arrived, then," the stranger said, his voice a soft, bubbly murmur.
"Excuse me?" Poison queries.
The odd creature put down his rod in a little wooden cradle that rested next to him and got up from the edge of the jetty. He looked them over with his vast, yellowish eyes.
"Hmm," he said gloomily. "You don't seem a bad bunch." He jostled past them and began to shuffle back towards his house. "At least you're not the typical muscle-bound warrior, beautiful sorceress, and amusing thief sidekick. By the waters, did that become stale fast. — Chris Wooding

The torturer was wheeling around the room, shrieking, holding his impaled hand, which had a pen sticking out of it. The guard by the door was in paroxysms of laughter. Frey had crumpled the confession into a ball and was trying to get it into his mouth to eat it, but couldn't quote reach. — Chris Wooding

I'm a graphic-novel guy. I can't handle the wait for monthly or bi-monthly comics; I need the story finished so I can buy the whole thing. — Chris Wooding

Once upon a time there was a young lady who lived in a marsh, and her name was Poison. — Chris Wooding

Cynicism was a one-way path, and once taken the way back was lost forever. — Chris Wooding

Not for the first time, he wished he commanded a highly trained bunch of soldiers instead of a ragtag mob of rejects in varying stages of alcoholism. — Chris Wooding

You leave a rumor long enough, give it the right soil, and it'll grow into a fact ... — Chris Wooding

Darkness, terrible cold darkness, the salty depths of the deepest oceans where no light warmed the rocks and the weight of the black water would crush a man like a grape. — Chris Wooding

She was quite maniac when I met her. I scared her, maybe. — Chris Wooding

Don't confuse contentment with happiness... — Chris Wooding

I just wanted them to die," said Poison. "They didn't have to make such a drama about it. — Chris Wooding

But time has a way of stealthily deciding a person's mind without her conscious knowledge, and as she studied and procrastinated, Poison found one day that she had come to know her choice. — Chris Wooding

Poison." he said, deadpan. "That's an unusual name to give your child. You must love her very much."
She's a treasure." Bram agreed, blithely ignoing the sarcasm.
...
Then went a few dozen feet in silence, until they were out of eaarshor of the gaurd.
She's a treasure." Poison mimicked, and Bram burst out laughing. — Chris Wooding

He let the smoke drift around the inside of his mouth, trying to relax, but nothing could so easily dispel the unquiet that he felt. — Chris Wooding

'Malice' wasn't about horror to start with but an underground comic driven by the power of rumour. However, as nothing fuels a rumour like fear, I decided that it had to be a frightening comic. — Chris Wooding

If there was one thing worse than being cheated, it was being cheated by someone who referred to themselves in the third person. — Chris Wooding

I have a great affection for comics, and I think that people underrate comics as a genre. — Chris Wooding

Some of us are born in the right place, and some of us have to go look for it. — Chris Wooding

Mad she may be, or possessed; or maybe only scared out of her wits. — Chris Wooding

I hate SF books that think all you need to make a book is cool technology and mind-bending ideas without a decent plot or characters. And I hate when fantasy books are allowed to ramble off into five hundred page diatribes which don't advance the story one bit. — Chris Wooding

Was it possible that he liked the world the way it was? — Chris Wooding

Not bad for a bunch of reprobates with a galaxy of personality disorders. — Chris Wooding

Pinn just won a medal for intelligence,' Frey said, shaking his head as he clapped. 'I don't want to live on this planet any more. — Chris Wooding

We may seem the weakest and most insignificant of all the Realms, but our strength comes in other ways. We have what no other race has: imagination. Any one of us, even the lowliest, can create worlds within ourselves; we can people them with the most extraordinary creatures, the most amazing inventions, the most incredible things. We can live in those worlds ourselves, if we choose; and in our own worlds, we can be as we want to be. Imagination is as close as we will ever be to godhead, Poison, for in imagination, we can create wonders. — Chris Wooding

How was is that life never worked out the way it did in his head? — Chris Wooding

Everything you write makes you better. But if you really need a tip, here's one: a good story begins in opposition to its ending. That means you work out how it finishes first, and then begin the story as far away from that point - in terms of character development - as you can. — Chris Wooding

Steampunk has been hovering around for a long while, and it's never really caught on in a big way. — Chris Wooding

Things just seem so much better in theory than in practice. — Chris Wooding

This was London, and you either held on, or fell by the walkside like that fellow had. — Chris Wooding

Trudging off into a swamp in the middle of the night had seemed like a god idea at the time but, like most of Frey's ideas, the reality fell short of the concept. — Chris Wooding

Ain't no deserving, or otherwise,' Silo said, his bass voice rolling out from deep in his chest. 'There's what is, and what ain't, and there's what you do about it. Regret's just a way to make you feel okay when you're not making amends. A man can waste a life with regrets. — Chris Wooding

On reflection,' Crake said to Frey, as they huddled behind an upturned table, 'this wasn't one of your better plans. — Chris Wooding

We relate comics to the main super-heroes, but it's a great medium through which all sorts of stories are told. — Chris Wooding

At least on the Ketty Jay he was surrounded by people who asked no questions, people untrained in the aristocratic arts of vicious wit and backstabbing. He rather liked that about them, actually. — Chris Wooding

The two of them together in a place like Retribution Falls would result in alcoholic carnage, sure as bird shit on statues. — Chris Wooding

A strange irony, Crott reflected, that the most base and lowly of London folk were the most honour-bound of all, and that the value of honour diminished in direct proportion to the heights of society a man climbed to. — Chris Wooding

Nothing's bigger than me!" Frey shouted back. "Me is all I've got. — Chris Wooding

Well, wherever you go, whatever you do, you're still you. You can change your surroundings, start a new life, but you'll always fall into the same old patterns, make the same kind of friends, commit the same mistakes. The thing you need to change is yourself. — Chris Wooding

In my head, scenes are shot from certain angles; there are camera pans, all of that kind of stuff. Converting those visuals to comic format was mostly a matter of adapting them to the rhythm of paneling. — Chris Wooding

Suddenly it was if she was merely a brain, being transported inside the skull of some hideous fleshy machine, a piece of living cargo in someone else's body. — Chris Wooding

The Ketty Jay was staffed with drunkards and drifters, all of them running from something
whether it be memories or enemies or the drudgery of land-bound life
but since Yortland they'd been running in the same direction. United by that common purpose, they'd begun to turn into something resembling a crew. And Frey had begun to turn into something resembling a captain. — Chris Wooding

Ladies, gentlemen, we're out of here! Your boss is upstairs, and only mildly wounded. Go help him if you have the inclination. You'll also notice the house is on fire. Make of that what you like. — Chris Wooding

They would erect great temples, and cities built of bone and sinew, and their foulness would spread like a cancer until finally, a hundred years from now, Mother Earth would be theirs. — Chris Wooding

There was a big horror boom in the '80s, and I liked its originality and what you could get away with. — Chris Wooding