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Daddy", she said, "you've made a recipe again."
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You can indeed become lost, in dreams. And you may not always find yourself when you wake up.
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Neil Gaiman |
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I was sad that nobody had come to my birthday party, but happy that I had a Batman figure, and there was a birthday present waiting to be read, a boxed set of the Narnia books, which I took upstairs. I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway.
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What you remembered? Probably. More or less. Different people remember things differently, and you'll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not. You stand two of you lot next to each other, and you could be continents away for all it means anything.
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perspective
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And the people who would burn the words, the people who would take the books from the shelves, the firemen and the ignorant, the ones afraid of tales and words and dreams and Hallowe'en and people who have tattooed themselves with stories and Boys! You Can Grow Mushrooms in Your Cellar! and as long as your words which are people which are days which are my life, as long as your words survive, then you lived and you mattered and you changed ..
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words
the-man-who-forgot-ray-bradbury
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Complaining about the universe's unfairness is never part of a successful strategy.
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There are doors, after all, between the living and the dead, and they swing in both directions.
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That's the joy of a harlequinade, after all, isn't it? We change our costumes. We change our roles.
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You eternals have long lives, but short memories. The changing people have short lives, but we do not forget.
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He tugged on an imaginary rope,somewhere on the level of his ear, and then jerked his neck to one side, tongue protruding, eyes bulging. As quick pantomimes went, it was disturbing. And then he let go of the rope and smiled his familiar grin. Would you like some potato salad?
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mn lmml 'n y`rf lmr kl shy'
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الملل
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Were you always like this?" "Like what?" "A madman. With a time machine." "Oh, no. It took ages until I got the time machine."
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When the all-father in eagle form had almost reached the vats, with Suttung immediately behind him, Odin blew some of the mead out of his behind, a splattery wet fart of foul-smelling mead right in Suttung's face, blinding the giant and throwing him off Odin's trail. No one, then or now, wanted to drink the mead that came out of Odin's ass.
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hipsterism
norse-mythology
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Look, see the child's swollen, swollen belly and the flies that crawl at the corners of his eyes, this skeletal limbs: will it make it easier for you to know his name, his age, his dreams, his fears? To see him from the inside? And if it does, are we not doing a disservice to his sister, who lies in the searing dust beside him, a distorted distended caricature of a human child? And there, if we feel for them, are they now more important to ..
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There," she said, waving her hands at the corridor. The expression of delight on her face was a very bad thing to see."You're wrong! You know where your parents are, do you?" she turned and looked at Coraline. "Now," she said, "you're going to stay here for ever and always."
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greed
other-mother
trouble
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And then, in a skittering, chittering rush, it came. The hand, running high on its fingertips, scrabbled through the tall grass and up onto a tree stump. It stood there for a moment, like crab tasting the air, and then it made one triumphant, nail-clacking leap onto the center of the tablecloth. Time slowed for Coraline. The white fingers closed around the black key....
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the-other-mother
hand
fright
searching
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Neil Gaiman |
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All tomorrows start here.
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I'm a mother," said her mother, in her foodless flat where the dust did not dare to settle, "and I know what I know."
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mothers
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These letters and words, when placed in the right order, would conjure all manner of exotic beasts and people from the shadows, would reveal the motives and minds of insects and of cats. They were spells, spelled with words to make worlds, waiting for me, in the pages of books.
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They are simply numbers and cannot thus be right or wrong [...] What I trust that I am saying is that all numbers are by their nature correct. Well, except for Pi, of course. I can't be doing with Pi. Gives me a headache just thinking about it, going on and on and on and on and on....
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pi
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It would be the end of her life, she decided, if life was a time of choices. In a week from now, she would have no choices.
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I am following my fishie. La la laaaa. Because my fish knows where to go. My fish is the Borghal Rantipole who I made look like a fishie because I am so clever and I can do things like that if I want... La la la... It knows many thingummies. The Borghal Rantipole that is. And now it is inconspicuous too as well.
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Tastes like a drunken diabetic's piss,' agreed Wednesday. 'I hate the stuff.
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Neil Gaiman |
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But it was a dream, and in dreams, sometimes, you have no choices: either there are no decisions to be made, or they were made for you long before ever the dream began.
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I really don't know what 'I love you' means. I think it means 'Don't leave me here alone'.
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poetry
love
sonnet
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That which doesn't kill us makes us stronger." That's as maybe. But that which does kill us, kills us, and ain't that a bitch..."
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I think there should be more black characters, and more of all kinds of characters, in fiction. Almost all of the main characters in my novel are black. And there are black characters in featured roles in all the other novels except
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A table for TONIGHT should certainly have been booked years before-perhaps, it was implied, by Richard's parents. A table for TONIGHT was impossible: if the pope, the prime minister, and the president of France arrived this evening without a confirmed reservation, even they would be turned out into the street with a continental jeer.
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Even in the pettiest, most unpromising material, she had discovered, you could find real treasures.
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Neil Gaiman |
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I once made up a story as a wedding present for some friends. It was about a couple who were given a story as a wedding present. It was not a reassuring story. Having made up the story, I decided that they'd probably prefer a toaster, so I got them a toaster, and to this day have not written the story down.
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This book started like this. My son, who is called Michael or Mike these days, but was Mikey back then, was angry at me. I'd said one of those things that parents say, like <>, and he had looked up at me, furious, and said, <> and then stopped and thought, trying to think of what one could have instead of a father. Finally he said <>
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Ow," and then, very quietly, it said "Fuck," and then it said "Ow," once more."
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Reed says that God made a thousand, thousand worlds, each like this one, only different. I hope there's one of them in which I chose to walk another path. But I fear that in any universe my path will be marked with blood.
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and then he looked her full in the face, and her heart leapt and sank, as the eyes the dangerous blue of the summer sky before a storm gazed back into hers.
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You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.
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And then he was silent; and from far above they heard the sounds of crows flying, cawing angrily. "Crows. Family Corvidae. Collective noun," intoned Mr. Croup, relishing the sound of the word. "a murder."
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And then he said, "Media. I think I have heard of her. Isn't she the one who killed her children?" "Different woman," said Mr. Nancy. "Same deal."
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I'm a has-been. Who the fuck cares about me?" Shadows said softly, "You're a god". Wednesday looked at him sharply. [...] "So?" "It's a good thing to be a god", said Shadow "Is it?"
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All Bette's stories have happy endings. That's because she knows where to stop. She's realized the real problem with stories - if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.
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dreams
happiness
happy-ending
endings
stories
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When you are seven, beauty is an abstraction, not an imperative.
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Yes, you're right. It's part of growing up, I suppose. You always have to leave something behind you.u
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youth
growing-up
leaving
left-behind
growth
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And they walked away together through the hole in the wall, back into the darkness,
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Neil Gaiman |
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Realmente no lo entiendes, ?verdad?. No quiero tener todo lo que deseo. Nadie lo quiere, no de verdad. ?Donde estaria la gracia si tuviese todo lo que quiero?
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Anything electronic seemed fundamentally magical to Shadow, and liable to evaporate at any moment.
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