I am selfish, private, and easily bored. Will this be a problem?
NEIL GAIMANHe had noticed that events were cowards: they didn’t occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.
More Neil Gaiman Quotes
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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
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You can’t trust other people. If it’s important, you have to do it yourself.
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Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s true of everybody.
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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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Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.
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We owe it to each other to tell stories.
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We often confuse what we wish for with what is.
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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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There’s none so blind as those who will not listen.
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Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.
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Oh, monsters are scared,” said Lettie.” That’s why they’re monsters.
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Books were safer than other people anyway.
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It’s not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it’s yours, and then be willing to let it go.
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I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend.
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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.
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