The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.
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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May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful.
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I would like to see anyone, prophet, king, or God, convince a thousand cats to do the same thing at the same time.
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I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.
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I am selfish, private, and easily bored. Will this be a problem?
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I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, you’re doing something.
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You can’t trust other people. If it’s important, you have to do it yourself.
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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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The sky had never seemed so sky; the world had never seemed so world.
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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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There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle.
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Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.
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There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
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You have a good heart. Sometimes that’s enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it’s not.
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Sometimes we can choose the paths we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all.
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Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
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