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“There was a wrestling match at the ticket window instead of a queue, because everyone wanted to be first; and as most people were carrying chickens or children or other bulky items, the result was a free-for-all out of which feathers and toys and dislodged hats kept flying”
Haroun and the Sea of Stories
Salman Rushdie
While he is waiting for a bus to leave on his father’s business trip
That’s the trouble with you sad city types: you think a place has to be miserable and dull as ditchwater before you believe it’s real
Haroun and the Sea of Stories
Salman Rushdie
While Blabbermouth is showing Haround around the palace on Kahani
‘But but but what is the point of giving persons Freedom of Speech,’ declaimed Butt the Hoopoe, ‘if you then say they must not utilize same? And is not the Power of Speech the greatest Power of all? Then surely it must be exercised to the full?
Haroun and the Sea of Stories
Salman Rushdie
Butt the Hoopoe explaining to Haroun why everyone talks back to authority
“Skinny, scrawny, measly, weaselly, snivelling clerical type”
Haroun and the Sea of Stories
Salman Rushdie
Haroun’s description of the Chupwalas when he meets them on Kattam-Shud’s ship
All around them, Chupwalas were putting on really rather fashionable wrap-around dark glasses, to help them see better in the increased level of light. ‘Now they look like office clerks pretending to be rock stars,’ thought Haroun
Haroun and the Sea of Stories
Salman Rushdie
When he turns the sun and the Chupwalas have to adjust to living in the light
The Chupwalas who lived there wore little spherical nose warmers that gave them the look of circus clowns, except that the nose warmers were black. Red nose warmers were issued to the Pages of Gup as they marched into he Darkness. ‘Really, this is beginning to look like a war between buffoons,’ thought Rashid.
Haroun and the Sea of Stories
Salman Rushdie
When the group arrives at Chup city to rescue princess Batcheat
Haroun often thought of his father as a Juggler, because his stories were really lots of different tales juggled together, and Rashid kept them going in a sort of dizzy whirl
Haroun and the Sea of Stories
Salman Rushdie
At the beginning as the narrator is describing Rashid Khalifa
And at that exact moment, without a word, Blabbermouth took three soft balls made of golden silk from one of her pockets, tossed them in the air so that they caught the sunlight, and began to juggle.
Haroun and the Sea of Stories
Salman Rushdie
Blabbermouth is showing Haroun around and wants to show him who he is dealing with
The ambassador began his performance. From the depths of his cloak he produced a bewildering variety of objects–ebony balls, ninepins, jade statuettes, porcelain tea-cups, live terrapins, lighted cigarettes, hats–and flung them into the air in mesmerizing hoops and whirls.
Haroun and the Sea of Stories
Salman Rushdie
When the ambassador comes to meet the group from the city of Chup and is trying to “entertain them” but really kill them
‘Doesn’t it muddle up the stories?’ Haroun inquired. “All this turbulence. It must mix things up dreadfully.’ ‘No problem!’ cried Butt the Hoopoe. ‘Any story worth its salt can handle a little shaking up! Va-voom!’
Haroun and the Sea of Stories
Salman Rushdie
When Haroun is getting to Kahani and seeing everything for the first time
“I was horrified, but it was initially the horror of something happening against the established order of things. I was fully dressed. That was wrong. I had my sandals on. That was wrong. The bathwater was cold, so cold and so wrong”
The Ocean at the End of the Lane
Neil Gaiman
When his father is nearly drowning him in the tub
“I dipped my fingers into the water, then I climbed in and sat down on the tin floor of the bath in that reassuring kitchen in front of the huge fire, and I leaned back in the hot water”
The Ocean at the End of the Lane
Neil Gaiman
When he is having a bath at the Hempstocks after running away from home
Dinner was wonderful. There was
a joint of beef, with roast potatoes,
golden-crisp on the outside and
soft and white inside, buttered
greens I did not recognize,
although I think now that they
might have been nettles, roasted
carrots all blackened and sweet. …
For dessert there was the pie,
stuffed with apples and with
swollen raisins and crushed nuts, all
topped with a thick yellow custard,
creamier and richer than anything I
had ever tasted…”
The Ocean at the End of the Lane
Neil Gaiman
Having supper at the Hemstocks after running away
“My father did not like toasters. He
toasted bread under the grill, and,
usually, he burnt it”
The Ocean at the End of the Lane
Neil Gaiman
Near the beginning when his father is making him breakfast
Ursula Monkton made meatloaf
for dinner that evening, and I would
not eat it
The Ocean at the End of the Lane
Neil Gaiman
Shortly after Ursula arrives. After she kept him inside for a day
My father came home, and dinner
was served. A thick vegetable soup,
then roast chicken and new
potatoes with frozen peas
The Ocean at the End of the Lane
Neil Gaiman
First meal Ursula cooks for the family
The old woman gave me a lump
of honeycomb, from the
Hempstocks’ own beehive, on a
chipped saucer, and poured a
little cream over it from a jug. I
ate it with a spoon, chewing the
wax like gum, letting the honey
flow into my mouth, sweet and
sticky with an aftertaste of
wildflowers
The Ocean at the End of the Lane
Neil Gaiman
The second time going to the Hempstocks after people start having problems with money. Old Mrs. Hempstock makes him this
It’s funny. For a moment, I thought there were two of you. Isn’t that odd?
The Ocean at the End of the Lane
Neil Gaiman
when the grown narrator is at the Hempstock farm at the end of the book
You’re growing a new heart, for a start
The Ocean at the End of the Lane
Neil Gaiman
Ginnie Hempstock says this to the grown narrator about him doing better and being worthy of Lettie’s sacrifice
A flash of resentment. It’s hard enough being alive, trying to survive
in the world and find your place in it, to do the things you need to do
to get by, without wondering if the thing you just did, whatever it was,
was worth someone having … given up her life. It wasn’t fair
The Ocean at the End of the Lane
Neil Gaiman
The narrator thinks this as Ginnie drives him home after Lettie dies
