Carabas Quotes & Sayings

The Marquis de Carabas always had a plan, and he always had a fallback plan; and beneath these plans he always had a real plan, one that he would not even let himself know about, for when the original plan and the fallback plan had both gone south. — George R R Martin

To stand firm in the condition of loss, is to understand where we are in the process — S.L. Northey

Ring the bells for the blind and deaf. — Bob Dylan

But the internet, with its army of anonymous hatemongers, still tried to keep the absurd story alive. — Barkha Dutt

Excuse me,' he said. 'I know this is a personal question. But are you clinically insane?'
'Possible, but very unlikely. Why? — Neil Gaiman

Life is a banquet, and most people are starving to death. — Dusty Pilot

I just want that, the way I feel when you kiss me. Just having it makes all the bad things better. — Brenna Yovanoff

The Marquis de Carabas liked being who he was, and when he took risks he liked them to be calculated risks, and he was someone who double-and triple-checked his calculations. He — Neil Gaiman

Any way, death is so final, isn't it?
"Is it?" asked Richard.
"Sometimes," said the marquis de Carabas. And they went down. — Neil Gaiman

The Marquis sighed. "I thought it was just a legend," he said. "Like the alligators in the sewers of New York City."
Old Bailey nodded, sagely: "What, the big white buggers? They're down there. I had a friend lost a head to one of them." A moment of silence. Old Naeiley handed the statue back to the Marquis. Then he raised his hand, and snapped it, like a crocodile hand, at the Carabas. "It was OK," gurned Old Bailey with a grin that was most terrible to behold. "He had another. — Neil Gaiman

The most important service rendered by the press and the magazines is that of educating people to approach printed matter with distrust. — Samuel Butler

Give that bully that is history a bleeding lip. — Kathy Hepinstall

The marquis de Carabas tossed the figurine to Mr. Croup, who caught it eagerly, like an addict catching a plastic baggie filled with white powder of dubious legality. — Neil Gaiman

The marquis de Carabas looked up at him. His eyes were very white in the moonlight. And he whispered, What's it like being dead? It's very cold, my friend. Very dark, and very cold. — Neil Gaiman

The marquis de Carabas was not a good man, and he knew himself well enough to be perfectly certain that he was not a brave man. He had long since decided that the world, Above or Below, was a place that wished to be deceived, and, to this end, he had named himself from a lie in a fairy tale, and created himself
his clothes, his manner, his carriage
as a grand joke.
There was a dull pain in his wrists and his feet, and he was finding it harder and harder to breathe. There was nothing more to be gained by feigning unconsciousness, and he raised his head, as best he could, and spat a gob of scarlet blood into Mr. Vandemar's face.
It was a brave thing to do, he thought. And a stupid one. Perhaps they would have let him die quietly, if he had not done that. Now, he had no doubt, they would hurt him more.
And perhaps his death would come the quicker for it. — Neil Gaiman

What," asked Mr Croup, "do you want?"
"What," asked the Marquis de Carabas, a little more rhetorically, "does anyone want?"
"Dead things," suggested Mr Vandemar. "Extra teeth. — Neil Gaiman

He calls himself the Marquis de Carabas," he said. "He's a fraud and a cheat and possibly even something of a monster. If you're ever in trouble, go to him. He will protect you, girl. He has to. — Neil Gaiman

Have you noticed that life, with murders and catastrophes and fabulous inheritances, happens almost exclusively in newspapers? — Jean Anouilh

Wake up humanity. Stop spreading DRAMA and spread more LOVE — Timothy Pina

We often know information but not the epistemology of that information. — Debasish Mridha

Because everyone has a natural yearning for completion, we are able to change and recreate ourselves endlessly. — Ilchi Lee