13 quotes
Feel sorry for yourself, regret the things you’ve done and the things you’ll never get to do. But just remember that you aren’t what you were, but what you are now.
Greenmantle (1988)
“It scares me.”
“But only because you don’t understand. The unknown doesn’t have to be grim.”
Greenmantle (1988)
What hole did people like that crawl out of?
Greenmantle (1988)
It’s important to know what a person was. But it’s more important to know what they are now.
Greenmantle (1988)
Maybe he didn’t know about magic, but he knew about weird.
Greenmantle (1988)
Those gospels of theirs – if you look hard enough through them, you can find a passage to forbid anything you want, and another to condone the same thing.
Greenmantle (1988)
The mystery didn’t concern himself overly much with the workings of the world. He simply went where he went, did what he did, amoral as a wind that is neither good nor evil, but simply is.
Greenmantle (1988)
All of the mysteries were represented, but it was up to the reader to discover which, out of those thousands of volumes, held a kernel of truth, and which were out-and-out quackeries.
Greenmantle (1988)
It was so simple that she could have wept. The mystery was only what you brought to him.
Greenmantle (1988)
There is no power in the world, not that of any religion’s god or mystery, that can change people from being what they are. The world’s history – what little we have recorded of it – proves that beyond a doubt.
Greenmantle (1988)
“I don’t care what he told you. He’s an asshole, plain and simple.”
“Well, then how’d you get to know him?”
“Even assholes come in handy sometimes. You ever try to take a shit through your nose?”
Greenmantle (1988)
I can remember the first time you told me about what the Church did to the mystery. The one they called Jesus – the Green Man they hung from a tree in the desert. How St. Paul took the mystery and twisted it to make a religion of intolerance and self-torment.
Greenmantle (1988)
It was beauty that needed preserving, whether it lay in a forest, a field, or a city street. Whether it was the workings of a plant, from seed to new growth to mulch, or the workings of some complex machine. There was room for everything in the world, so long as men remembered the beauty.
Greenmantle (1988)