If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.
NEIL GAIMANBut how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?
More Neil Gaiman Quotes
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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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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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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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Libraries are our friends.
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Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, Leave no path untaken.
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You have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.
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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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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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What power would hell have if those imprisoned here would not be able to dream of heaven?
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Life is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.
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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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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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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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Words save our lives, sometimes.
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Black as night, sweet as sin.
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