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.
NEIL GAIMANEvery hour wounds. The last one kills.
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Because,’ she said, ‘when you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.
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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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I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes, you’re doing something.
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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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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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But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?
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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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Adults follow paths. Children explore.
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That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.
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Biting’s excellent. It’s like kissing – only there is a winner.
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Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.
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Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft were written by men.
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Google can bring you back 100,000 answers. A librarian can bring you back the right one.
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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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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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