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.
NEIL GAIMANI can believe things that are true and things that aren’t true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they’re true or not.
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Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s true of everybody.
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We owe it to each other to tell stories.
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Life is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.
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All your questions can be answered if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.
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What do stars do? They shine.
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There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
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A book is a dream that you hold in your hands.
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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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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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Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
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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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Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you’d most like not to lose.
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I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.
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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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Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.
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