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God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players [i.e. everybody], to being involved in an obscure and complex variant of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who .
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humor
gaiman
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Terry Pratchett |
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We are small but we are many We are many we are small We were here before you rose We will be here when you fall
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lyrics
gaiman
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Neil Gaiman |
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I was kidnapped by aliens, they came down from outer space with ray guns, but I fooled them by wearing a wig and laughing in a foreign accent, and I escaped.
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gaiman
neil
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Neil Gaiman |
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"Delirium: "What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?" Dream: "There isn't one." Delirium: "Oh. I thought maybe there was."
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love
sandman
gaiman
poignant
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Neil Gaiman |
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For some folks death is release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.
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death
sandman
gaiman
postmodernism
graphic-novel
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Neil Gaiman |
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We have eyes and we have nerveses We have tails we have teeth You'll all get what you deserveses When we rise from underneath.
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lyrics
gaiman
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Neil Gaiman |
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We have teeth and we have tails We have tails we have eyes We were here before you fell We will be here when you rise.
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lyrics
gaiman
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Neil Gaiman |
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It's certainly not too late to change to the winning side. But you know, you also have the freedom to stay just where you are. That's what it means to be an American. That's the miracle of America. Freedom to believe means the freedom to believe the wrong thing, after all. Just as freedom of speech gives you the right to stay silent.
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freedom
gaiman
belief
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Neil Gaiman |
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Change. Change. Change. Change ... change. Change. Chaaange. When you say words a lot they don't mean anything. Or maybe they don't mean anything anyway, and we just think they do.
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delirium
gaiman
postmodernism
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Neil Gaiman |
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It was as if some people believed there was a divide between the books that you were permitted to enjoy and the books that were good for you, and I was expected to choose sides. We were all expected to choose sides. And I didn't believe it, and I still don't. I was, and still am, on the side of books you love.
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gaiman
newbery-medal-acceptance-speech
neil-gaiman
the-graveyard-book
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Neil Gaiman |
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"Is there a word for forgetting the name of someone when you want to introduce them to someone else at the same time you realize you've forgotten the name of the person you're introducing them to as well?" "No."
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dream
delirium
sandman
gaiman
postmodernism
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Neil Gaiman |
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"Fat Charlie went back to his hotel room, the colour of underwater, where his lime sat, like a small green Buddha, on the countertop. "You're no help," he told the lime. This was unfair. It was only a lime; there was nothing special about it at all. It was doing the best it could."
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lime
fat-charlie
gaiman
buddha
green
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Neil Gaiman |
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"Up the narrow stairs and into the kitchen. Rosie's mother looked around and made a face as if to indicate that it did not meet her standards of hygiene, containing as it did, edible foodstuffs. "Coffee? Water?" Don't say wax fruit. "Wax fruit?" Damn."
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wax-fruit
rosie
gaiman
kitchen
mother
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Neil Gaiman |
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"Then she looked at the man on the tree and she smiled wryly. "They just aren't as interesting naked," she said. "It's the unwrapping that's half the fun. Like with gifts, and eggs." --
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gaiman
neil
nudity
eggs
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Neil Gaiman |
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Rosies mother was a highly strung bundle of barely thought-through prejudices, worries and feuds.
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bundle
feuds
rosie
gaiman
prejudices
worries
mother
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Neil Gaiman |
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We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, cover them in bright lies or with the thick dust of forgetfulness. Gaiman, Neil
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