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.”
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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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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There’s none so blind as those who will not listen.
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You have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.
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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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Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.
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I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.
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Every hour wounds. The last one kills.
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Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world, I mean everybody – no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside.
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You have a good heart. Sometimes that’s enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it’s not.
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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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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.
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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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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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