Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.
NEIL GAIMANTo 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.
More Neil Gaiman Quotes
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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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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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Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.
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Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
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Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world, I mean everybody – no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside.
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When I was a child, adults would tell me not to make things up, warning me of what would happen if I did. As far as I can tell so far, it seems to involve lots of foreign travel and not having to get up too early in the morning.
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Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.
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Oh, monsters are scared,” said Lettie.” That’s why they’re monsters.
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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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Biting’s excellent. It’s like kissing – only there is a winner.
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We owe it to each other to tell stories.
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This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until it’s done. It’s that easy, and that hard.
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In a perfect world, you could fuck people without giving them a piece of your heart. And every glittering kiss and every touch of flesh is another shard of heart you’ll never see again.
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