Every hour wounds. The last one kills.
NEIL GAIMANI lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.
More Neil Gaiman Quotes
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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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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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Rule number one: Don’t fuck with librarians.
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Words save our lives, sometimes.
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You can’t trust other people. If it’s important, you have to do it yourself.
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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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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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The sky had never seemed so sky; the world had never seemed so world.
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I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.
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There’s none so blind as those who will not listen.
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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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Biting’s excellent. It’s like kissing – only there is a winner.
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I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”
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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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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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