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Every hour wounds. The last one kills.

Neil Gaiman

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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Children Fantasy Myself Mystery Story
Anyone who believes what a cat tells him deserves all he gets.
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Animal Believe Deserve
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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Failure Person Philosophy Right Woman
A book is a dream that you hold in your hands.
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Book Dream Hands
I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.
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Book Live Myself One Liner
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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Deep Dream Hope Memories People Reality Thinking
What do stars do? They shine.
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One Liner Shine Stars
She says nothing at all but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.
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Dance Darkness Eyes Simplicity Sky Stars
Words save our lives, sometimes.
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Live One Liner Save Word
We often confuse what we wish for with what is.
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Deep One Liner Philosophy
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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Believe Happiness Live People Yourself
You have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.
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Believe Inspirational Yourself
Black as night, sweet as sin.
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Night One Liner Sin
Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you’d most like not to lose.
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Body Book Lose
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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Herself Nature Rain Remember Try
An Angel who did not so much fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.
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Angel Fall

Every hour wounds. The last one kills.

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