[Espy]

-tilts head slightly-

You're not from the US? *confused*

[Quiet Man Cometh]

Nope. Canadian, in South-Western BC so pretty close to the US. Though thinking about I tend to use "again" (as rain) more in my head and "agehn" when I speak, as far as pronouncing things go. Most of the time.

[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Uh-gehn"? That's how I say.

[Gallowsraven]

"Fair is foul and foul is fair, hover through the fog and filthy air."

:D

[Quiet Man Cometh]

"...We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
..."

;)

[Moonless Midnight]

"...we cannot help for whom our hearts beat. Hearts have a will of their own." -Victor from The First Vial.

[Gallowsraven]

Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
Thrice and once the hedge-pig whin'd
Harpier cries: - 'tis time! 'tis time!

I love the witches in Macbeth :D

[Quiet Man Cometh]

So we're noticing. :)


"The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,
And these are of them. Whither are they vanish'd?"

[Gallowsraven]

"When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning or in rain?

When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won."

Can't blame me; they're not evil but they're not nice either, but they's cool! I think it's something to do with Solstice being today :D

[Quiet Man Cometh]

One might wonder.

I almost forgot about the Solstice until google popped up with it's occasional picto-fancyness title.

I like Banquo myself. (Wonder why the characters I like always tend to die?)

[FaceMeetsPalm]

I have a few, all from the same series of books by David Eddings. "You're an evil man." and "One does one's best." being the main ones. Usually said one, and then the other by two characters in conversation.

[Quiet Man Cometh]

Do the two you have listed follow each other?

[FaceMeetsPalm]

Yes, they do... at least, to my best recollection. I must not have made that clear. I tend to word things oddly. The first is in regards to a sneaky thief called Prince Kheldar, the second is spoken by the prince.

[Gallowsraven]

"I'll tell you a secret, Rhydstrom. You worship reality. I worship Illusion. Illusion is reality's coy lover." ~ Sabine from Kiss of a Demon King

"Have I not reason, beldams as you are,
Saucy and overbold? How did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth
In riddles and affairs of death;
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never call'd to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art?
And, which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward son,
Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now: get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron
Meet me i' the morning: thither he
Will come to know his destiny:
Your vessels and your spells provide,
Your charms and every thing beside.
I am for the air; this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal and a fatal end:
Great business must be wrought ere noon:
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
And that distill'd by magic sleights
Shall raise such artificial sprites
As by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his confusion:
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
He hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
And you all know, security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me."
~Hecate's monologue from Macbeth

[Suzerain of Sheol]

/has been away from this thread for far too long.

Another gem from Scott Bakker's Second Apocalypse.

Through dark water, Hell rises in the guise of a great graven seal, like a shield stamped with packed skulls and living faces, winding in fractal rings about the long-dead Nonman king. It pauses beneath the surface, its limbs languorous and submerged. Veins of blackness pulse up across the walls. It stares across the bourne, pondering the unspeakable, then raises its lips to kiss the inverted surface, and exhales the shriek and torment that is its air.

[Gallowsraven]

Wow, talk about impact writing.

More from the witches of Shakespear's Macbeth;

"A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap,
And munch'd, and munch'd, and munch'd:--
'Give me,' quoth I:
'Aroint thee, witch!' the rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o' the Tiger:
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do."

I always found this one funny :D