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.
NEIL GAIMANIn 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.
More Neil Gaiman Quotes
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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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Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you’d most like not to lose.
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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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Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.
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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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We often confuse what we wish for with what is.
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What do stars do? They shine.
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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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I am selfish, private, and easily bored. Will this be a problem?
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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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You don’t get explanations in real life. You just get moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd.
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We owe it to each other to tell stories.
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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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What power would hell have if those imprisoned here would not be able to dream of heaven?
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