Quotessence
Home / Authors / Peter David
Peter David

Peter David Quotes

Writer

Filter quotes by topic

AllPeter DavidSir Apropos Of NothingFantasyMedievalPessimismAproposIfsFateImzadiOdclay

Famous Peter David Quotes

“I had withdrawn from humanity because I had, in fact, lost my humanity. I had believed that without my humanity, there was little to no purpose to my continuing to exist. However, in the past few minutes, I have begun to believe that perhaps... Just perhaps... There is some small aspect of human feeling left to me." "Why?" "Because I find that you three annoy the hell out of me. I feel the urge to smack you... Particularly Impulse. For that, I am indebted. Thank you." "You're uh... You're welcome... I guess.”

HumanityImpulseDc ComicsRobinTim DrakeYoung JusticeRed TornadoBart AllenConner KentSuperboy
Book:Young Justice, Book One
Create image

“That was when it was all made painfully clear to me. When you are a child, there is joy. There is laughter. And most of all, there is trust. Trust in your fellows. When you are an adult...then comes suspicion, hatred, and fear. If children ran the world, it would be a place of eternal bliss and cheer. Adults run the world; and there is war, and enmity, and destruction unending. Adults who take charge of things muck them up, and then produce a new generation of children and say, "The children are the hope of the future." And they are right. Children are the hope of the future. But adults are the damnation of the present, and children become adults as surely as adults become worm food. Adults are the death of hope.”

LoveChildrenWarPeaceLeadershipChildhoodTrustAdultsHatredMaturitySuspicionAdulthoodDistrust
Book:Tigerheart
Create image

“All people are, at heart, egocentric. We exist at the center of our own little universes. We believe that we are living out our lives as best we can, and that we have our own sphere of influence which exists of both friends and enemies. They in turn have their own friends and enemies with whom they interact. That is a given. But we, each of us, tend to put ourselves ahead of others because we believe that we are significant. We must attend to our own needs, desires, wants, and aspirations, because each of us is our own greatest priority. No one else cares for us as much as we do, no one else can exist in our skin. We think we're important. It is where our sense of self-worth comes up, where our egos reside, where "we" are. And we believe that each of our lives means something.”

NeedsTruthFantasyEgoSignificancePessimismMedievalFriends And EnemiesPeter DavidSir Apropos Of NothingAproposEpihany
Book:Sir Apropos of Nothing
Create image

“The battered and pathetic thing that represented any claim to conscience I might have had turned away from me in disgust. Oddly, I couldn't blame it. I was disgusted myself. Disgusted at my weakness and my lack of resolution, at my refusal to see justice through in the name of the woman who had borne me.”

MotherFearFantasyRegretWeaknessResolutionPessimismPatheticMedievalDisgustPeter DavidSir Apropos Of NothingMadelyn
Book:Sir Apropos of Nothing
Create image

“Only in this world of topsy-turvy attitudes could outright stupidity, such as I had displayed, be something that got me high marks. I had an amused glimmering of a notion at that point: If I ever turned out to be a complete and utter fool, I could wind up running the whole kingdom. It was something to consider.”

FantasyArrogancePessimismKingdomFoolishnessCivilityMedievalPeter DavidSir Apropos Of NothingAproposOdclay
Book:Sir Apropos of Nothing
Create image

“I woke up dead. Not only dead...but in hell. I had always been somewhat sketchy on what the afterlife - were there actually such a thing - would be like for a person such as I. From all accounts and all my imaginings, I figured it would be one of two things. Either I would be surrounded by great, burning masses that were endlessly immolating souls in torment... or else I would find myself trapped within my own mind as a helpless bystander, condemned to watching me live out my life over and over again and powerless to do anything to change any of it. When idle speculation prompted me to dwell on these two options, I would find myself drawn invariably to the former, since the later was just too hideous to contemplate. ... I was almost afraid to open my eyes, because once I did, I would know one way or the other. Perhaps I could have just lain there forever. Perhaps I was supposed to. Perhaps that was my true condemnation: to simply reside in hell with my eyes closed afraid of opening them lest matters deteriorate even further than they already had. This, in turn, made me dwell on the fact that every time I had believed things couldn’t get worse, they promptly had done so with almost gleeful enthusiasm .”

HumorWake UpDeadSir Apropos Of Nothing
Book:The Woad to Wuin
Create image

“Truth usually makes no sense. If your desire is for everything to make perfect sense, then you should take refuge in fiction. In fiction, all threads tie together in a neat bow and everything moves smoothly from one point to the next to the next. In real life, though... nothing makes sense. Bad things happen to good people. The pious die young while the wicked live until old age. War, famine, pestilence, death all occur randomly and senselessly and leave us more often than not scratching our heads and hurling the question 'why?' into a void that provides no answers.”

PeopleIfsShouldWarRealHappensAgeTogetherMovingYoungDesireDiesNextAnswersPerfectFictionThings HappenReal LifeOld AgeMake SenseTiesWickedBad ThingsGood PeopleVoidBowsThreadRefugeNeatFaminePiousDie YoungBad Things HappenPestilenceHurlingNothing Makes Sense
Book:Tigerheart
Create image