May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful.
NEIL GAIMANIf you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.
More Neil Gaiman Quotes
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The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.
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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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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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An Angel who did not so much fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.
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I am selfish, private, and easily bored. Will this be a problem?
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The sky had never seemed so sky; the world had never seemed so world.
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Words save our lives, sometimes.
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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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You get what anybody gets – you get a lifetime.
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It’s not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it’s yours, and then be willing to let it go.
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Sometimes we can choose the paths we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all.
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People want to forget the impossible. It makes their world safer.
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This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until it’s done. It’s that easy, and that hard.
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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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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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