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Life imitates art, but clumsily, copying its movements when it thinks it isn't looking.
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life
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Neil Gaiman |
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When something looks enough like something else that people watching don't know what it is they're looking at.
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Neil Gaiman |
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With each successive pint he found that he was enjoying himself significantly less; until now he was sitting and shivering on the sidewalk outside the pub in a small Scottish town, weighing the relative merits of being sick and not being sick, and not enjoying himself at all.
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Neil Gaiman |
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Sometimes the way to do what you hope to do will be clear cut, and sometimes it will be almost impossible to decide whether or not you are doing the correct thing, because you'll have to balance your goals and hopes with feeding yourself, paying debts, finding work, settling for what you can get. Something that worked for me was imagining that where I wanted to be - an author, primarily of fiction, making good books, making good comics and ..
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make-good-art
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Neil Gaiman |
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But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?" "Easy," said the cat. "Think of somebody walking around the world. You start out walking away from something and end up coming back to it." "Small world," said Coraline. "It's big enough for her," said the cat. "Spider's webs only have to be large enough to catch flies."
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world
spider-web
spider
predator
prey
trap
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Neil Gaiman |
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4e94d0d
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There was a passport in his bag, money in his pocket. There was a smile dancing on his lips, although it was a wary smile, for the world is a bigger place than a little graveyard on a hill; and there would be dangers in it and mysteries, new friends to make, old friends to rediscover, mistakes to be made and many paths to be walked before he would, finally, return to the graveyard or ride with the Lady on the broad back of her great grey st..
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This isn't about what is," said Mr. Nancy. "It's about what people think is. It's all imaginary anyway. That's why it's important. People only fight over imaginary things."
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Neil Gaiman |
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Slowly gently night creeps up on you, more gentle than light, it helps you realize how much the light hinders you. In the darkness your senses learn when they should quit - in the embrace of the dark everything becomes what it really is. People fear the dark but unlike the light it does not lie to you. In the dark you can go where you long to be.
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night
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The Marquis had known whom he had wanted not to be, when he was a boy. He had definitely not wanted to be like Peregrine. He had not wanted to be like anyone at all. He had, instead, wanted to be elegant, elusive, brilliant and, above all things, he had wanted to be unique. Just like Peregrine.
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Neil Gaiman |
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In prison Shadow had learned there were two kinds of fights: don't fuck with me fights, where you made it as showy and impressive as you could, and private fights, real fights, which were fast and hard and nasty, and always over in seconds.
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Neil Gaiman |
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I'm going to tell you something important. Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. The truth is, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world." ... I wonderes if that was true: if they were all really children wrapped in adult bodies, like childre..
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childhood
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I'll tell you a secret. A raven created the world. When Noah sent him out to find land, he couldn't find any. It had all been washed away. So he created it. He shat the dry land and he pissed the the fresh water. Then he flew off, laughing fit to burst. So the world eas there for the dove to find. Really? They don't admit to it, of course. Who wants to be blamed for creating the world?
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e0fab6a
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I was their first book.
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Yesterday, all this was snow. Always winter, and never Christmas.
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Neil Gaiman |
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One question that has always intrigued me is what happens to demonic beings when immigrants move from their homelands. Irish-Americans remember the fairies, Norwegian-Americans the nisser, Greek-Americans the vrykolakas, but only in relation to events remembered in the Old Country. When I once asked why such demons are not seen in America, my informants giggled confusedly and said "They're scared to pass the ocean, it's too far," pointing o..
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It was a city in which the very old and the awkwardly new jostled each other, not uncomfortably, but without respect; a city of shops and offices and restaurants and homes, of parks and churches, of ignored monuments and remarkably unpalatial palaces; a city of hundreds of districts with strange names--Crouch End, Chalk Farm, Earl's Court, Marble Arch--and oddly distinct identities; a noisy, dirty, cheerful, troubled city, which fed on tour..
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Neil Gaiman |
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But I do not actually remember being a monster. I just remember wanting my own way.
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monster
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This book is the book you have just read. It's done. Now we're in the acknowledgments. This is not really part of the book. You do not have to read it. It's mostly just names.
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Neil Gaiman |
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Richard had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.
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Neil Gaiman |
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If there is a moral to this part of the story, and I distrust morals in the same way that I distrust beginnings, it is simply this: know that with which you deal.
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morals
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Neil Gaiman |
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NOTE FOR YOUNG PEOPLE AND AMERICANS: One shilling = Five Pee. It helps to understand the antique finances of the Witchfinder Army if you know the original British monetary system:
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Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett |
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You get on with your own life. Lettie gave it to you. You just have to grow up and try and be worth it." A flash of resentment. It's hard enough being alive, trying to survive in the world and find your place in it, to do the things you need to do to get by, without wondering if the thing you just did, whatever it was, was worth someone having . . . if not died, then having given up her life. It wasn't fair."
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i started trying to think what the best advice i'd been given over the years was. and it came from stephen king twenty years ago, at the height of the success of sandman. i was writing a comic that people loved and were taking seriously. king liked sandman and my novel with terry pratchett, good omens, and he saw the madness, the long singing lines, all that, and his advice was this: 'this is really great. you should enjoy it.' and i didn't..
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Neil Gaiman |
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The book was commonly known as the Buggre Alle This Bible. The lengthy compositor's error, if such it may be called, occurs in the book of Ezekiel, chapter 48, verse five. 2. And bye the border of Dan, fromme the east side fo the west side, a portion for Afher. 3. And by the border of Afher, fromme the east side even untoe the west side, a portion for Naphtali. 4. And by the border of Naphtali, from the east side untoe the west side, a port..
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bible
bugger
bugger-all
bugger-all-this-bible
buggre-alle-this-bible
biblical
good-omens
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Coraline took a deep breath and stepped into the darkness, where strange voices whispered and distant winds howled. She became certain that there was something in the dark behind her: something very old and very slow. Her heart beat so hard and so loudly she was scared it would burst out of her chest. She closed her eyes against the dark. Eventually
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Shadow found himself starting to like Smith. He told himself that liking this man was not a sensible thing to do. He had met people like Smith before, people without consciences, without scruples, without hearts, and they were uniformly as dangerous as they were likeable.
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She really was pretty, for a grown-up, but when you are seven, beauty is an abstraction, not an imperative.
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beauty
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imperative
ursula-monkton
grown-ups
grown-up
child
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And once I am there, I shall seek out Watson, if he still lives--and I fancy he does. It is irrational, I acknowledge, and yet I am certain that I would know, somehow, had Watson passed beyond the veil.
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Neil Gaiman |
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People would fight over who owns a poisonous desert, if that desert was Jerusalem.
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Neil Gaiman |
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Let's see. Well, seeing that today certainly is my day--why don't you call me Wednesday? Mister Wednesday. Although given the weather, it might as well be Thursday, eh?
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Neil Gaiman |
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I have always felt," he said, "that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats"
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Neil Gaiman |
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We need individual stories. Without individuals we see only numbers: a thousand dead, a hundred thousand dead, "casualties may rise to a million." With individual stories, the statistics become people--but even that is a lie, for the people continue to suffer in numbers that themselves are numbing and meaningless."
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THE MAGICIAN They asked St. Germain's manservant if his master was truly a thousand years old, as it was rumored he had claimed. 'How would I know?" the man replied. "I have only been in the master's employ for three hundred years."
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Neil Gaiman |
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Because people would have to remember books, if other people burn them or forget them. We will commit them to memory. We will become them. We become authors. We become their books.
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Neil Gaiman |
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Fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes. And then in the tale we stop before we die, or we die vicariously and unharmed, and in the world beyond the tale we turn the page or close the book, and we resume our lives
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reading
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Brakuje mi slowa. Chodzi o odwrotnosc swietosci. - Profanum? - odparl Cien. - Nie. Chodzi mi o miejsca mniej swiete niz kazde inne. O ujemnej swietosci. Miejsca, w ktorych nie da sie postawic zadnej swiatyni, ktorych ludzie unikaja, a jesli juz je odwiedza, znikaja jak najszybciej moga. Jedynie bogowie moga stapac po tych miejscach, jesli oczywiscie ktos ich do tego zmusi. - Nie wiem - rzekl Cien. - Nie sadze, by istnialo takie slowo. - Cal..
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polish
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MY JUVENILE DELINQUENT IS SCREWING YOUR HONOR STUDENT.
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She prays she's bought another clutch of days. We save our lives in such unlikely ways.
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neil
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Neil Gaiman |
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It's like bees and honey. Each bee makes only a tiny, tiny drop of honey. It takes thousands of them, millions perhaps, all working together to make the pot of honey you have on your breakfast table. Now imagine that you could eat nothing but honey. That's what it's like for my kind of people...we feed on belief, on prayers, on love. It takes a lot of people believing just the tiniest bit to sustain us. That's what we need, instead of food...
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Neil Gaiman |
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This fight was old, Shadow thought, older than even Mr. Alice knew, and he was thinking that even as the creature's talons raked his chest. It was the fight of man against monster, and it was old as time: it was Theseus battling the Minotaur, it was Beowulf and Grendel, it was the fight of every hero who had ever stood between the firelight and the darkness and wiped the blood of something inhuman from his sword.
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Neil Gaiman |
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One who transmuted things from formlessness and shapelessness into that-which-was-not-real, but without which the real would have no meaning
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Neil Gaiman |
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I serve the king of dreams and I do his bidding. But you are correct once I was a poet and like all poets I spent too long in the kingdom of dreams.
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Neil Gaiman |
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Everything had been going so well, he'd had it really under his thumb these few centuries. That's how it goes, you think you're on top of the world, and suddenly they spring Armageddon on you.
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humor
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Neil Gaiman |
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As coisas nao precisam ter acontecido para serem verdadeiras. Contos e sonhos sao verdades-sombras que vao perdurar quando os reles fatos nao forem mais do que po e cinzas esquecidas.
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