Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.
NEIL GAIMANGoogle can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.
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A book is a dream that you hold in your hands.
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Adventures are all very well in their place, but there’s a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.
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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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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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Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.
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You’re always you, and that doesn’t change, and you’re always changing, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
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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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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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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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Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes and forgot.
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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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Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you’d most like not to lose.
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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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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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Adults follow paths. Children explore.
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