Books were safer than other people anyway.
NEIL GAIMANI 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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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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Not only are there no happy endings,’ she told him, ‘there aren’t even any endings.
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Only the phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost.
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Oh, monsters are scared,” said Lettie.” That’s why they’re monsters.
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When I was a child, adults would tell me not to make things up, warning me of what would happen if I did. As far as I can tell so far, it seems to involve lots of foreign travel and not having to get up too early in the morning.
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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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People want to forget the impossible. It makes their world safer.
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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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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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What do stars do? They shine.
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Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.
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The sky had never seemed so sky; the world had never seemed so world.
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You don’t have to stay anywhere forever.
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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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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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