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“That many good men have believed this strange fable [Christianity], and lived very good lives under that belief (for credulity is not a crime) is what I have no doubt of. In the first place, they were educated to believe it, and they would have believed anything else in the same manner. There are also many who have been so enthusiastically enraptured by what they conceived to be the infinite love of God to man, in making a sacrifice of himself, that the vehemence of the idea has forbidden and deterred them from examining into the absurdity and profaneness of the story.”
― Thomas Paine, The Age of Reason

“It is not then the existence or the non-existence, of the persons that I trouble myself about; it is the fable of Jesus Christ, as told in the New Testament, and the wild and visionary doctrine raised thereon, against which I contend. The story, taking it as it is told, is blasphemously obscene. It gives an account of a young woman engaged to be married, and while under this engagement, she is, to speak plain language, debauched by a ghost.”
― Thomas Paine, The Age of Reason

“I would by all means have men beware, lest Aesop's pretty fable of the fly that sate on the pole of a chariot at the Olympic races and said, 'What a dust do I raise,' be verified in them. For so it is that some small observation, and that disturbed sometimes by the instrument, sometimes by the eye, sometimes by the calculation, and which may be owing to some real change in the sky, raises new skies and new spheres and circles.”
― Francis Bacon, The Collected Works of Sir Francis Bacon (Unexpurgated Edition)

“With respect to the books of the New Testament, particularly such parts as tell us of the resurrection and ascension of Christ, any person who could tell a story of an apparition, or of a man's walking, could have made such books; for the story is most wretchedly told.”
― Thomas Paine, The Age of Reason

“You can take your gold, but afterwards, things are, things are flat. There is less beauty in a rainbow, less meaning in a sermon, less joy in a kiss…Less.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Truth Is a Cave in the Black Mountains

“The story of the herd of seals. Hundreds of them on a beach; among them the hunter killing one after the other with a club. Together they could easily have crushed himâ€� but they lay there, watching him come to murder, and did not move; he was only killing a neighborâ€� one neighbor after the other. The story of the European seals. The sunset of civilization. Tired shapeless Götterdämmerung. The empty banners of human rights. The sell-out of a continent. The onrushing deluge. The haggling for the last prices. The old dance of despair on the volcano. Peoples again slowly being driven into a slaughterhouse. The fleas would save themselves when the sheep were being sacrificed. As always.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, Arch of Triumph: A Novel of a Man Without a Country

“It is raining! In other words little poems are coming down from the sky! Nature is literature! Sun is a fable; forest is a story; birds are a theatre; mountains are a myth; rain is a poem! Nature is literature!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Some women have kissed—and some are kissing—a lot of frogs, even though the very first man that they have each kissed was and is still a prince.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“What do you want to be when you grow up," asked the goat her ambitious lamb.
" A wolf," answered the lamb.”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land

“Wherever modern Science has exploded a superstitious fable or even a picturesque error, she has replaced it with a grander and even more poetical truth.”
― George Perkins Marsh

“The job of reflection is to add a dimension of fable to the reality!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Now all these happy sites and sounds seem like triks. Now it seems like the gud times are mere lee smoke that, upon blowing away, here is the reel life, which is: rok hats, kikking, stomping.”
― George Saunders, Fox 8

“Even so is the Libyan fable famed abroad: the eagle, pierced by the bow-sped shaft, looked at the feathered device, and said, “Thus, not by others, but by means of our own plumage, are we slain.”
― Aeschylus

“With his pendulous penis swinging from side to side, the beast clip-clopped up a rickety flight of stairs led by Pablo Zapata's wife, who took him through a beaded curtain into a room where a bevy of sullen women reclined on tatty sofas. A collective gasp rang out among the group and many crossed themselves in silent prayer.”
― Kevin Ansbro, The Minotaur's Son & Other Wild Tales

“Nobody gets me like paper and pen”
― Lisa Sharpe

“Dead tree branches rattled,
the cold wind seethed, it prattled
of abominations about to unfold.
A lone wolf howled,
the full moon it prowled,
ready for evils untold.”
― A. Lee Brock

“Rain turned to ice,
and lightning splintered, it spliced
the black sky, it seeped a bright white.
All animals they fled,
from the sky as it bled,
pale death that fell veiling the night.”
― A. Lee Brock, Penny Willan and the Well: A Fairy Tale of Ode

“- Adiós -dijo el zorro-. He aquí mi secreto, que no puede ser más simple: sólo con el corazón se puede ver bien; lo esencial es invisible para los ojos.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

“And the weird weird thing about this story of Angela's Ring was that it didn't even have a point to it, no happy ending, no lesson to be learnt.
It was like one person's cry of pain, echoing out on and on and on trough the generations, even after that person was long long dead.”
― Chris Beckett, Dark Eden

“There is no better gift than giving one a chance to smile through, his or her book”
― Shiju H Pallithazheth, Katashi Tales

“Necks, of course, are important," said Big Dog.”
― Thea Verdak, The Barn Teacher

“Do you mean he is upside down? Do you mean he is not right side up?" Or, do you mean he is downright mean?" Jack demanded.”
― Thea Verdak, The Barn Teacher

“Do you mean he is upside down? Do you mean he is not right side up? Or, do you mean he is downright mean? Jack demanded.”
― Thea Verdak, The Barn Teacher

“Envy said, “Girl, I remember well,
ye, who I flung from Hell,
and not a day has passed, I haven’t missed
the loss of your soul that I mourned,
I’ve been bereft and forlorn,
for the sweet taste of your flesh I’ve yet to kiss.

But no worries—bygones,
that’s the past—long gone,
I don’t hold a grudge, no, in no way.
And though your family they did swindle
my joy of flaying ye on a spindle,
I begrudge ye not a little, so let’s play.

So, merely toss your token in my well,
and all your dreams I will unveil,
for ye alone, them I’ll grant.
Come closer, little Penny,
your hands I know are not empty,
ye have something I dreadfully want.”
― A. Lee Brock, Penny Willan and the Well: A Fairy Tale of Ode

“In hundreds of years of wish fulfillment,
never once to the demon’s bereavement,
had a wish gone unable to be yielded.
It was love this day, which defeated the curse,
and there in Hell there was little worse,
than the dark forces of evil gone unwielded.”
― A. Lee Brock, Penny Willan and the Well: A Fairy Tale of Ode

“Like Solon, Plato intended to write a long fable about legendary Atlantis; like Solon, he never did write it. Yet there existed beyond the Atlantic an unvisited land, after all, and it is more strange than any of Plato's myths that Plato's apprehension of order and justice should be a living influence among the people of that land, twenty-four centuries after the mystical philosopher's soul departed from Athens.”
― Russell Kirk, The Roots of American Order

“Every myth has a modicum of truth”
― Lonny Lee, Incorrigible

“As a reader of fables, she must have recognized that I would need one of my own. . . . she knew a city would be the cure to the small life I had lived, the one I’d lost.”
― Sheridan Hay, The Secret of Lost Things

“Là où il y a un troupeau d'agneaux, finissent toujours par apparître des loups affamés.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón

“Life is the most real fable!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan