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.
NEIL GAIMANNot only are there no happy endings,’ she told him, ‘there aren’t even any endings.
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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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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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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What I say is, a town isn’t a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it’s got a bookstore, it knows it’s not foolin’ a soul.
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I am selfish, private, and easily bored. Will this be a problem?
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An Angel who did not so much fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.
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It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean.
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I liked myths. They weren’t adult stories and they weren’t children’s stories. They were better than that. They just were.
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That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.
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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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Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.
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Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it’s always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins.
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A book is a dream that you hold in your hands.
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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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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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