Anansi Stories Quotes & Sayings

You sure got a quick trigger, Sienna," he teased... — Nalini Singh

Genius is non-conformity. — Vladimir Nabokov

Love ... love is understanding. Love is knowing that other person so well, you can anticipate them. Like if someone knows you're uncomfortable, and they loosen your boot strings. Or if he knows you're deeply worried about something, and does his best to remedy it and soothe your fears. — Kate Noble

Ottawa - a sub-arctic lumber-village converted by royal mandate into a political cockpit. — Goldwin Smith

Now, Anansi stories, they have wit and trickery and wisdom. Now, all over the world, all of the people they aren't just thinking of hunting and being hunted anymore. Now they're starting to think their way out of problems
sometimes thinking their way into worse problems. — Neil Gaiman

That's an Anansi story. 'Course, all stories are Anansi stories. Even this one. — Neil Gaiman

Don't act like a protagonist Raghu, be human," she said.
"Like Salman?" I asked and chuckled, she didn't react though. — Kavipriya Moorthy

I pointed behind me. They're my guys. It's not that you aren't cute, but when this is already waiting at home it makes a girl a little less eager to add new men. — Laurell K. Hamilton

My philosophy is to enjoy yourself. Do the things you want to do, like play golf! — Phil Daniels

How often my soul visits the National Gallery, and how seldom — Logan Pearsall Smith

It wasn't so easy though, ending the war. A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far, and settle slowly. — Margaret Atwood

Love was not only blind, it often careened into Blithering Idiotsville as well. — Darynda Jones

[ ... ] And those women with the camera looked loose.
Excellent, Phin thought. At last, some good news. — Jennifer Crusie

He dug wells for a living and his customers were cattle ranchers and wheat farmers, which meant they were always about to go broke, except when they were rich. — T.C. Boyle

Does that change things?" asked the old man. "Maybe
Anansi's just some guy from a story, made up back in Africa in
the dawn days of the world by some boy with blackfly on his leg,
pushing his crutch in the dirt, making up some goofy story
about a man made of tar. Does that change anything? People respond
to the stories. They tell them themselves. The stories
spread, and as people tell them, the stories change the tellers.
Because now the folk who never had any thought in their head
but how to run from lions and keep far enough away from rivers
that the crocodiles don't get an easy meal, now they're starting to
dream about a whole new place to live. The world may be the
same, but the wallpaper's changed. Yes? People still have the
same story, the one where they get born and they do stuff and
they die, but now the story means something different to what it
meant before. — Neil Gaiman