You have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.
NEIL GAIMANI am selfish, private, and easily bored. Will this be a problem?
More Neil Gaiman Quotes
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I went away in my head, into a book. That was where I went whenever real life was too hard or too inflexible.
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It’s not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it’s yours, and then be willing to let it go.
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There’s none so blind as those who will not listen.
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That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.
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Every hour wounds. The last one kills.
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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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Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time.
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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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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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What I say is, a town isn’t a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it’s got a bookstore, it knows it’s not foolin’ a soul.
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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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But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?
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Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.
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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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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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