Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.
NEIL GAIMANThere’s none so blind as those who will not listen.
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Anyone who believes what a cat tells him deserves all he gets.
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If you dare nothing, then when the day is over, nothing is all you will have gained.
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But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?
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Stories may well be lies, but they are good lies that say true things, and which can sometimes pay the rent.
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Adventures are all very well in their place, but there’s a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.
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Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.
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All your questions can be answered if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.
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Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft were written by men.
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I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.
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Even nothing can last forever.
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Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. Whenever it rains you will think of her.
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A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless, really…”Do the stars gaze back?” Now, that’s a question.
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What power would hell have if those imprisoned here would not be able to dream of heaven?
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If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.
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To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.
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