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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.

Neil Gaiman

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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Home Spiritual
Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it’s always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins.
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Poet Quite Winner Writing
Oh, monsters are scared,” said Lettie.” That’s why they’re monsters.
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Deep Scared
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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Believe Myself Philosophy True
Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.
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Deep Existence Fairy Tale True
I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.
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Book Live Myself One Liner
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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Life Myself Reality
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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Absence Devil Friendship Lost Season
Biting’s excellent. It’s like kissing – only there is a winner.
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Kiss Win
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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Alive Believe Deep Enjoyment Game Life Myself
I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.
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Carry Deep Hell Myself Philosophy Thinking
You have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.
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Believe Inspirational Yourself
Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.
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Heart Love Lover Mad
I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled.
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Greatness Happiness Missing Myself
I mean, maybe I am crazy. I mean, maybe. But if this is all there is, then I don’t want to be sane.
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Crazy Myself
Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes and forgot.
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Dream Endurance Forget True

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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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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