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.
NEIL GAIMANWhat 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.
More Neil Gaiman Quotes
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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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That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.
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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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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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Biting’s excellent. It’s like kissing – only there is a winner.
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The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.
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Only the phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost.
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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.
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You have a good heart. Sometimes that’s enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it’s not.
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You get what anybody gets – you get a lifetime.
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Stories may well be lies, but they are good lies that say true things, and which can sometimes pay the rent.
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Black as night, sweet as sin.
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Because,’ she said, ‘when you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.
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Every hour wounds. The last one kills.
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To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.
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