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161 " Of all the organs,” said Nehemiah Trot, “the tongue is the most remarkable. For we use it both to taste our sweet wine and bitter poison, thus also do we utter words both sweet and sour with the same tongue. "
― Neil Gaiman , The Graveyard Book
162 " the Macabray, the dance of the living and the dead, the dance with Death. "
163 " You’re alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you’re dead, it’s gone. Over. You’ve made what you’ve made, dreamed your dream, written your name. You may be buried here, you may even walk. But that potential is finished. "
164 " Silas came back at the the end of the month. "
165 " Tell me about revenge.” “Dish best served cold,” said Nehemiah Trot. “Do not take revenge in the heat of the moment. Instead, wait until the hour is propitious. "
166 " Truly, life is wasted on the living, Nobody Owens. For one of us is too foolish to live, and it is not I. Say you will miss me. "
167 " Face your life Its pain, its pleasure, Leave no path untaken” “Leave no path untaken,” repeated Bod. “A difficult challenge, but I can try my best. "
168 " Mister Trod?" said Bod. "Tell me about revenge.""Dish best served cold," said Nehemiah Trot. "Do not take revenge in the heat of the moment. Instead, wait until the hour is propitious. There was a Grub Street hack named O'Leary--an Irishman, I should add--who had the nerve, the confounded cheek to write of my first slim volume of poems, A Nosegay of Beauty Assembled for Gentleman of Quality, that it was inferior doggerel of no worth whatsoever, and that the paper it was written on would have been better used as--no, I cannot say. Let us simply agree that it was a most vulgar statement. "
169 " What was he waiting for?""All I could feel," said Caius Pompeius, "was the waiting. "
170 " Bod was pleased with himself, and glad he had thought of asking the Poet for advice. Really, he thought, if you couldn’t trust a poet to offer sensible advice, who could you trust? "
171 " There's nothing you can do, Bod.""There is. I can learn. I can learn everything I need to know, all I can."I learned about ghoul-gates. I learned to Dreamwalk. Miss Lupescu taught me how to watch the stars. Silas taught me silence. I can Haunt. I can Fade. I know every inch of this graveyard. "
172 " Do you know how nice it is to be in a room filled with people and for all of them to be breathing?”“It’s not something in which I’ve ever taken pleasure,” said Silas. "
173 " I quite like lessons,” said Bod. “If you paid more attention to yours, you wouldn’t have to blackmail younger kids for pocket money. "
174 " Us in the graveyard, we wants you to stay alive. We wants you to surprise us and disappoint us and impress us and amaze us. Come home, Bod. "
175 " Good point.” Bod was pleased with himself, and glad he had thought of asking the Poet for advice. Really, he thought, if you couldn’t trust a poet to offer sensible advice, who could you trust? "
176 " And there are always people who find their lives have become so unsupportable they believe the best thing they could do would be to hasten their transition to another plane of existence.” “They kill themselves, you mean?” said Bod. He was about eight years old, wide-eyed and inquisitive, and he was not stupid. “Indeed.” “Does it work? Are they happier dead?” “Sometimes. Mostly, no. It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean.” “Sort of,” said Bod. "
177 " Instead he walked up the side of the hill to where a picnic some thirty years before had left its mark in the shape of a large apple tree. "
178 " It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. "
179 " Some skills can be attained by education, and some by practice, and some by time. Those skills will come if you study. Soon enough you will master Fading and Sliding and Dreamwalking. But some skills cannot be mastered by the living, and for those you must wait a little longer. "
180 " So,” said Silas. “Now there are only three of us.” “And a pig,” said Kandar. “Why?” asked Miss Lupescu, with a wolf-tongue, through wolf teeth. “Why the pig?” “It’s lucky,” said Kandar. Miss Lupescu growled, unconvinced. “Did Haroun have a pig?” asked Kandar, simply. "