Life is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.
NEIL GAIMANHave 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.
More Neil Gaiman Quotes
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I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.
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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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Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. Whenever it rains you will think of her.
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Adults follow paths. Children explore.
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Even nothing can last forever.
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People want to forget the impossible. It makes their world safer.
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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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If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.
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I 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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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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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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Every hour wounds. The last one kills.
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An Angel who did not so much fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.
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I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.
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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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