Noah Hawley Quotes

But as they say about sharks, it's not the ones you see that you have to worry about, it's the ones you don't see.

Queequeg was a native of Kokovoko, an island far away to the West and South. It is not down in any map; true places never are.

Oftentimes great and open temptations are the most harmless because they come with banners flying and bands playing and all the munitions of war in full view, so that we know we are in the midst of enemies that mean us damage, and we get ready to meet and resist them. Our peculiar dangers are those that surprise us and work treachery in our fort.

All the dead bolts, pulled shades and hidden knives in the world couldn't protect you from the truth.

Think'st thou there are no serpents in the world But those who slide along the grassy sod, And sting the luckless foot that presses them? There are who in the path of social life Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune's sun, And sting the soul.

The Fomorians skittered backward, away from me, looking justifiably confused. I mean, really, how many human women actually run to them? And I was a human woman covered in swamp yuck, with wild red hair sticking out in matted hunks and arms flailing like a demented Bride of Frankenstein. I'd run from me.

Some things you do-or you're about to do-you can just be like, 'Hey, don't do that because it means trouble.' So I've got to back off.

Remember with your heart. Go back, go back and go back. The skies of this world were always meant to have dragons. When they are not here, humans miss them. Some never think of them, of course. But some children, from the time they are small, they look up at the blue summer sky and watch for something that never comes. Because they know. Something that was supposed to be there faded and vanished. Something that we must bring back, you and I.

You're the kind of man my mother warned me about.

I want to find something else, unknowable, some place that's not on the map. A real adventure.

We were talking of DRAGONS, Tolkien and I In a Berkshire bar. The big workman Who had sat silent and sucked his pipe All the evening, from his empty mug With gleaming eye glanced towards us: "I seen 'em myself!" he said fiercely.

Let us rejoice at the many unexplored fields in which there is unlimited fame and fortune to the successful explorer . . .

The problems with willpower are many, but they may hardly be noticed by the person focused narrowly on success. First, there is little economy of means; in systems thinking terms, we act without leverage. We attain our goals, but the effort is enormous and we may find ourselves exhausted and wondering if it was worth it when we have succeeded. Ironically, people hooked on willpower may actually look for obstacles to overcome, dragons to slay, and enemies to vanquish--to remind themselves and others of their own prowess.

There is no map, and charting a path ahead will not be easy. We will need to invent, which means we will need to experiment.

Just because you saw a vampire doesn't mean that a snowman or a Loch Ness Monster also exists.

Life is a journey I don't have a map for.

All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps.

One pretty woman means fun at the dance. Two pretty women means trouble in the house. Three pretty women means run at the hills.

You don’t knock on the devil’s door, boy, unless you want him to answer. (Ravyn)

Experience unveils too late the snares laid for youth; it is the white frost which discovers the spider's web when the flies are no longer there to be caught.

Jason scratched his head. "You named him Festus? You know that in Latin, ‘festus’ means ‘happy’? You want us to ride off to save the world on Happy the Dragon?

Am I more afraid Of taking a chance and learning I'm somebody I don't know, or of risking new territory, only to find I'm the same old me? There is comfort in the tried and true. Breaking ground might uncover a sinkhole, one impossible to climb out of. And setting sail in uncharted waters might mean capsizing into a sea monster's jaws. Easier to turn my back on these things than to try tjem and fail. And yet, a whisper insists I need to know if they are or aren't integral to me. Status quo is a swamp. And stagnation is slow death.

sexual predators were like cockroaches. For every one you saw, there were twenty more hiding behind the walls.

A secret at home is like rocks under tide.

Deadly poisons are concealed under sweet honey.