We owe it to each other to tell stories.
NEIL GAIMANGoogle can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.
More Neil Gaiman Quotes
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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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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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Only the phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost.
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Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.
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Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.
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Even nothing can last forever.
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I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend.
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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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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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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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You have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.
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There’s none so blind as those who will not listen.
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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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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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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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