Bill Willingham Quotes

Every road and every step along it begins with a story.

Yeah, well my heart bleeds for you: You know what they say. The only easy day was yesterday

Who can gauge all the ways in which the Gods who've created you craft your life?

Wooden 1: "How many kinds of guns have you meatheads created?"
Gun Shop Clerk: "Thousands. Hundreds of thousands?"
Wooden 2: "That's extravagance beyond credulity."
Wooden 3: "Are there really that many different kinds of people you need to kill?

The turtle stands on a turtle, which stands on a turtle. That's the universe in whole, boy. It's turtles all the way down.

I thought you'd have learned by now. I'm going to stay by you until the sun and the moon and the stars spin down into darkness and dust.

Mr Cricket: So what are you going to do?
Rose Red: Fight like a motherfucker, of course. Fight like I've got a chance. Hell if I'm just going to roll over and show throat.

An election is just a romance writ large, with an entire community, rather than a single woman, as the object of one's pursuit.

It is my fondest desire to bust a host of caps into multitudes of fleshy personages.

Life is a giant, coagulated bowl of suck.

Confession time: I doubt I would ever have picked up one of Marjorie's books, had I not met her in person. The reason is they're categorized as Romances, which is where they are shelved in bookstores. Though I have no justification for avoiding it, the romance section is an area in bookstores I seldom wander into. Her novels also have traditional-looking romance book covers, which are occasionally a bit off-putting to us mighty manly men.

Then again, who knows? I don't carry many biases where good storytelling is concerned. I'm willing to find it anywhere, as too many of my friends will attest, when I try to drag them to wonderful movies that they aren't eager to go to, simply because they fall under the chick-flick rubric. So, in any case, I'm glad I did meet Marjorie Liu in person, because it would have been a shame to miss out on the work of an author this talented due to whatever degree of cultural prejudices I might still possess. I trust you who read this won't make the same mistake.

Baba Yaga: " ... What are his powers"
Mirror on the wall: "He reads

Remember what dad said. You're still alive-- you still fight.

Yes, and our kid brother Superhero has died so many times that the readers barely even notice anymore.

Only silly Dorothys arrive in a magical land and want to go home. You don't want to be a silly stinking Dorothy, do you? They're reviled throughout every wondrous land. Did you know the name Dorothy translates as "squandered opportunity"?

Because you and you alone I can't block out, no matter how hard I try - and believe me, I've tried. I know where you are every second of every day. I know if you're having good or bad dreams while you sleep.

Many a man has gotten himself killed by believing his own press

Why is it you intense political types insist on living entirely in the symbolic world?

I love you, Snow, and have since the hour we first met. Hell, I wanted you even before then. Since before we existed. As if every movement of every star and planet, every tick of creation's clock occurred only so that we could someday find each other.

Acquiring true wisdom is always a greater burden than transient pain.

Our fictions move us to do great things, things worth doing for no better reason than there's poetry in us. We dream before we do.

While he lived, entire worlds weren't enough to contain him. Now six good feet of earth are sufficient.

One of the advantages of
of this
is that dying men are allowed complete and brutal candor.

Those who can really do what they promise don't first pause to promise what they can do.

Murderers don't get forgiven just because we promise to be good from now on. We have to earn our way back. One hundred is the price. One hundred lives for each we took. That seems fair. That's how we get whole again and that's our work, from now until as long as it takes.

Different rules apply to those who shake the worlds.

Freedom is sloppy. But since tyranny's the only guaranteed byproduct of those who insist on a perfect world, freedom will have to do.

Stories create stories, create stories, create stories, or nothing gets done.

Since you types wouldn't be happy unless you're unhappy, I wouldn't dare try to take your joy away by solving your problems.

What can I say your honor? Life is neither fair nor easy.

Oh, don't mind Humpty. He's inhaled a hell of a lot of super-glue.

Hope isn't destiny. Left passive its nothing more than disappointment deferred

We have to harden our hearts and think of the greater good."
"The plan is, our exposure to her is supposed to purify us. But it seems more like her exposure to us is diminishing her.

My partner and I are very serious about the hero profession.

But sometimes a giant heart can live in a tiny body.

The fact that I let you back into my bed is the proof that I've hit rock bottom.

What's our plan?
Well, reviewing our assets, we don't have artillery, nor enough grenades. And since we also lack a wheelbarrow and Holocaust cloak...
Very funny, Pete.

Those who insist we band together tend to see themselves in charge.

Perhaps only that revenge is ultimately unsatisfying. It cant make up for the evil done to you, but it can destroy the remaining good in your life.

No thanks. This is a lovely dream, but it's a child's dream. I know some who'd argue the point, but I grew up long ago. - Rose Red (Fables: Vol.21, Happily Ever After)

It's a tough thing having to step aside for a friend, when your heart's breaking and your nether parts are still tangled up in their base desires.