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118fa83
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If not for Death, they'd be content to simply exist, but with Death, well, their lives will have meaning.
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Neil Gaiman |
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290e941
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You must have a bladder like Lake Erie. I think empires rose and fell in the time it took you to pee. I could hear it the whole time." Thank you. Do you want something?"
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Neil Gaiman |
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03d933a
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I'm very clever,' said the Doctor. It was a good line, and he was determined to use it as much as possible.
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Neil Gaiman |
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a9a3db8
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Ride the silver fish; you will not drown
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Neil Gaiman |
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0d510d5
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You people talk about the living and the dead as if they were two mutually exclusive categories. As if you cannot have a river that is also a road, or a song that is also a color.
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Neil Gaiman |
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c19ea5f
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She sat by the side of the road, in the snow, all bodiless and afraid, waiting for the happiness to start.
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Neil Gaiman |
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2a55717
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If you can't be happy where you are, you can't be happy anywhere
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Neil Gaiman |
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df8b9a8
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Myths are compost. They begin as religions, the most deeply held of beliefs, or as the stories that accrete to religions as they grow.
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Neil Gaiman |
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b4f95b8
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Richard opened his hand, and the key stared up at him from his palm. "By my crooked teeth," asked Richard, remembering, "who am I?"
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Neil Gaiman |
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f29bb29
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You're playing with fire," she warned him. "That's how I know I'm alive."
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fire
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Neil Gaiman |
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9e40a3c
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There,' said Wednesday, 'is one who "does not have the faith and will not have the fun". Chesterton. Pagan indeed. So. Shall we go out onto the street, Easter my dear, and repeat the exercise? Find out how many passers-by know that their Easter festival takes its name from Eostre of the Dawn? Let's see - I have it. We shall ask a hundred people. For every one that knows the truth, you may cut off one of my fingers, and when I run out of the..
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Neil Gaiman |
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c8a1aba
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Realmente no lo entiendes, ?verdad? --repuso--. No quiero tener todo lo que deseo. Nadie lo quiere, no de verdad. ?Donde estaria la gracia si tuviese todo lo que quiero? Es eso y nada mas, ?y despues que?
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Neil Gaiman |
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Well, Hell was worse, of course, by definition. But Crowley remembered what Heaven was like, and it had quite a few things in common with Hell. You couldn't get a decent drink in either of them, for a start. And the boredom you got in Heaven was almost as bad as the excitement you got in Hell.
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humor
hell
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You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken.
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Neil Gaiman |
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fb041cb
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you do your own time in prison. You don't do anyone else's time for them.
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Neil Gaiman |
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a6f204b
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Only the Gods are real.
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gods
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Neil Gaiman |
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852ce83
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I toyed briefly with an image someone once mentioned to me, of a village in the shadow of a twin-peaked mountain. In the morning the sun rises. At lunch it sets behind the mountain. In the early afternoon it rises once more. The cocks crow for the second time, and later the sun sets again. No. One peak. Metaphors should not be belaboured.
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twin-peaks
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Neil Gaiman |
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6a91fde
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I had to persuade a dog to swallow a pill. I twittered for advice and I got suggestion after suggestion. Most of them didn't work. 'Put the pill in the sausage.' No - that doesn't work. 'Cheese.' No. Then someone said: 'You wrap it in butter and it will slide down.'
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Neil Gaiman |
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cf90ce0
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I am as my creator made me.
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Neil Gaiman |
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bf80c79
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That's how I want to be remembered. I want to shine.
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Neil Gaiman |
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10f222a
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that feeling I get when I go looking in my head for a word that isn't there, as if someone must have come and taken it in the night.
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Neil Gaiman |
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0b817b6
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Huge, dizzying, clumps and clusters of snow falling through the air, patches of white against an iron-gray sky, snow that touches your tongue with cold and winter, that kisses your face with its hesitant touch before freezing you to death. Twelve cotton-candy inches of snow, creating a fairytale world, making everything unrecognizably beautiful...
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Neil Gaiman |
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3e9e465
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I think...that I would rather recollect a life misspent on fragile things than spent avoiding moral debt.
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Neil Gaiman |
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6155867
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Fuck you," said Czernobog. "Fuck you and fuck your mother and fuck the fucking horse you fucking rode in on."
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Neil Gaiman |
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465d2e9
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Perhaps it's a hard thing to say, but joy and sorrow are like milk and cookies.
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Neil Gaiman |
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3e37b07
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There was something sly about his smile, his eyes so black and sharp, his rufous hair. Something that sent her early to their trysting place, beneath the oak, beside the thornbush, something that made her climb the tree and wait. Climb a tree, and in her condition. Her love arrived at dusk, skulking by owl-light, carrying a bag, from which he took a mattock, shovel, knife. He worked with a will, beside the thornbush, beneath the oaken tree,..
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the-white-road
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Neil Gaiman |
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afcc705
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You cannot hear a poem without it changing you," she told me. "They heard it, and it colonized them. It inherited them and it inhabited them, its rhythms becoming part of the way that they thought; its images permanently transmuting their metaphors; its verses, its outlook, its aspirations becoming their lives. Within a generation their children would be born already knowing the poem, and, sooner rather than later, as these things go, there..
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Neil Gaiman |
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ad38bc8
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Seek not revenge, but the Buddha.
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sandman
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Neil Gaiman |
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ce4561c
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Sometimes I think that truth is a place. In my mind, it is like a city: there can be a hundred roads, a thousand paths, that will all take you, eventually, to the same place. It does not matter where you come from. If you walk toward the truth, you will reach it, whatever path you take." Calum MacInnes looked down at me and said nothing. Then, "You are wrong. The truth is a cave in the black mountains. There is one way there, and one only, ..
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Neil Gaiman |
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4c373a3
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It's a weapon, I understand?" "In the wrong hands, all tools are weapons. In the right hands, everything is a weapon, or nothing is."
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Neil Gaiman |
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11a4f78
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Maybe you're getting tired of existing on the whim of people.
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Neil Gaiman |
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c7f7103
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Beg for mercy," said the Elephant. That one was easy. "Mercy!" said the Marquis. "I beg! I plead! Show me mercy--the finest of all gifts. It befits you, mighty Elephant, as lord of your own demesne, to be merciful to one who is not even fit to wipe the dust from your excellent toes ..." "Did you know," said the Elephant, "that everything you say sounds sarcastic?"
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Neil Gaiman |
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3040be7
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Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences.
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Neil Gaiman |
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2e78dd9
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Peas baffled me. I could not understand why grown-ups would take things that tasted so good when they were freshly-picked and raw, and put them in tin cans, and make them revolting.
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Neil Gaiman |
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ff9d158
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The path of memory is neither straight or safe, and we travel down it at our risk.
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never-going-back
nostalgia
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Neil Gaiman |
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eab4901
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Fiction builds empathy. Fiction is something you build up from twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks, and you, and you alone, using your imagination, create a world, and people it and look out through other eyes. You're being someone else, and when you return to your own world, you're going to be slightly changed.
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Neil Gaiman |
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89a5e9d
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Perhaps it was an afterimage, I decided, or a ghost: something that had stirred in my mind, for a moment, so powerfully that I believed it to be real, but now was gone, and faded into the past like a memory forgotten, or a shadow into the dusk.
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Neil Gaiman |
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24ea26c
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With cities, as with people, Mister Vandemar," said Mr. Croup, fastidiously, "the condition of the bowels is all-important."
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Neil Gaiman |
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e98c763
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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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ffcff42
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The marquis stared at Richard, openly amused. "What a refreshing mind you have, young man," he said. "There really is nothing quite like total ignorance, is there?"
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Neil Gaiman |
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There are some people who keep track of every day and every hours, and there are people who don't, and Coraline's parents were solidly in the second camp.
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Neil Gaiman |
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0b7e012
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Better I should call to people who aren't there than that people who are there should miss us because I didn't say anything.
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Neil Gaiman |
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d37e662
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We win some, but we lose many. We lose a lot. We lose our friends and we lose our family. In the end we lose everything. No matter who's with us, we always die alone. When you fight your battles, whatever battles you fight, it's always going to be about life.
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Neil Gaiman |
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fa3a9a0
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We weren't arguing," said the bear. "Because we can't talk." Then it said, "Oops."
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Neil Gaiman |