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I don’t want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted just like that, and it didn’t mean anything? What then?

Neil Gaiman

Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.
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Goodness Hell Writing
And did I pass?” The face of the old woman on my right was unreadable in the gathering dusk. On my left, the younger woman said, “You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear.
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Failure Person Philosophy Right Woman
She says nothing at all but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.
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Dance Darkness Eyes Simplicity Sky Stars
I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.
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Carry Deep Hell Myself Philosophy Thinking
I mean, maybe I am crazy. I mean, maybe. But if this is all there is, then I don’t want to be sane.
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Crazy Myself
Not only are there no happy endings,’ she told him, ‘there aren’t even any endings.
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Deep End Happiness Philosophy
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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Deep Human Philosophy Stars
There’s none so blind as those who will not listen.
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Blind Ignorance One Liner
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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God Myself Time
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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Animal End Friendship Future Imagination Life Yourself
People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.
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Deep Dream Hope Memories People Reality Thinking
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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Absence Devil Friendship Lost Season
The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.
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Home Spiritual
Oh, monsters are scared,” said Lettie.” That’s why they’re monsters.
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Deep Scared
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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Heart Kiss People Perfection See Touch
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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Let Go Philosophy Yourself

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