People kill what they fear. They burned, and drowned, and hanged those they saw as witches, the devil's servants: the wise women and the cunning men, the unfortunate, the lost and the strange
Neil GaimanRight," said Fat Charlie conversationally. "You realize, of course, that this means war." It was the traditional war cry of a rabbit when pushed too far.
Neil GaimanDreams are composed of many things, my son. Of images and hopes, of fears and memories. Memories of the past, and memories of the future.
Neil Gaiman