Rule number one: Don’t fuck with librarians.
NEIL GAIMAN
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.
More Neil Gaiman Quotes
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Rule number one: Don’t fuck with librarians.
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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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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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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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Not only are there no happy endings,’ she told him, ‘there aren’t even any endings.
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I 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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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 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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You don’t have to stay anywhere forever.
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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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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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An Angel who did not so much fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.
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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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Life is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.
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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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