Цитаты из книги Осторожно, триггеры

– Тут нечего стыдиться, – заметил Тень, а про себя подумал, что этих англичан хлебом не корми – дай только постыдиться всласть.

– А что он делает, этот Черный Черт? – Ничего он не делает, – сказал Оливер. – Еще и как делает! – возразила Мойра. – Он идет за тобой до дома. А потом проходит немного времени, и ты умираешь. – Вроде ничего страшного, – заметил Тень. – Ну, не считая последнего пункта.

Они меня и спящие вполне устраивают. Они так более... покладистые.

Так странно приводить кого-то к себе домой... Сразу видишь место, где живешь, так, будто никогда тут раньше не бывал.

"This is not wise," said the master advisor, the intelligence and advice of every ducal advisor in memory available to it, after a moment's examination of precedent. "I seek adventure, not wisdom," said the Duke.

Not a fool. No. For I have met fools and idiots, and they are happy in their idiocy, even with straw in their hair. You are too wise for foolishness. You seek only misery and you bring misery with you and you call down misery on all you touch.

Людям придется запомнить книги, если другие люди их жгут или забывают. Мы сохраним их в памяти. Мы станем ими. Станем авторами. Станем их книгами.

Выбор все еще есть, подумала она, достаточно насидевшись. Выбор есть всегда. И она сделала выбор.

Уже дюжину лет старуха не поднималась на самую высокую башню замка и никакого понятия не имела, с чего ей взбрело в голову сделать это сегодня. Восхождение выдалось трудное: её колени и шейка бедра были в том совершенно уверены.

It's the distance that makes a gift magical.

‘One moment,’ said Amy, ‘I was about to be eaten by that creature. The next I was sitting in the kitchen, talking to Mrs Browning, and listening to The Archers. How did you do that?’ ‘I’m very clever,’ said the Doctor. It was a good line, and he was determined to use it as much as possible.

There was a clunk and the door flew open; the sudden daylight was blinding. The Doctor saw, with delight, his friend, and a familiar big blue police box. He was not certain which to hug first.

‘You’re enjoying this,’ said Amy. ‘My whole world has been taken over by a mysterious voice. All the people are extinct. Rory’s gone. And you’re enjoying this.’ ‘No, I’m not,’ said the Doctor, trying hard not to show how much he was enjoying it.

‘But, Doctor. The human race didn’t die out in 1984.’ ‘New timeline. It’s a paradox.’ ‘And you’re the paradoctor?’ ‘Just the Doctor.’

‘If I wasn’t born, what am I doing here?’ ‘You’re an independent temporal nexus, chronosynclastically established as an inverse...’ He saw her expression, and stopped. ‘You’re telling me it’s timey-wimey, aren’t you?’ ‘Yes,’ he said seriously. ‘I suppose I am.’

‘Where’s Rory? I want him, right now,’ demanded Amy as the TARDIS lurched away into space and time. The Doctor had only briefly met her fiancé, Rory Williams, once before. She didn’t think the Doctor understood what she saw in Rory. Some days, she was not entirely sure what she saw in Rory. But she was certain of this: nobody took her fiancé away from her. ‘Good question. Where’s Rory? Also, where’s seven billion other people?’ he asked. ‘I want my Rory.’

‘It’s quiet. No cars. No birds. Nothing.’ ‘No radio waves,’ said the Doctor. ‘Not even Radio Four.’ ‘You can hear radio waves?’ ‘Of course not. Nobody can hear radio waves,’ he said unconvincingly.

It’s strange, bringing someone home. It makes you see the place you live as if you’ve not been there before.

people think they are buying the art, but really, they’re buying the story.