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Spoons are excellent. Sort of like forks, only not as stabby.
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Yes. We both have a bad feeling. Tonight we shall take our bad feelings and share them, and face them. We shall mourn. We shall drain the bitter dregs of mortality. Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled, but halved. No man is an island.
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mourning
pain
sharing
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You wouldn't die in here, nothing ever dies in here, but if you stayed here for too long, after a while just a little of you would exist everywhere, all spread out. And that's not a good thing. Never enough of you all together in one place, so t here wouldn't be anything left that would think of itself as an 'I.' No point of view any longer, because you'd be an infinite sequence of views and of points...
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I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but..
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Better to have flamed in the darkness, to have inspired others, to have lived, than to have sat in the darkness, cursing the people who borrowed, but did not return, your candle.
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I wondered, as I wondered so often when I was that age, who I was, and what exactly was looking at the face in the mirror. If the face I was looking at wasn't me, and I knew it wasn't, because I would still be me whatever happened to my face, then what was me? And what was watching?
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Let her tell stories and dance in the rain, somersault, tumble and run, her joys must be high as her sorrows are deep, let her grow like a weed in the sun.
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Neil Gaiman |
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That is the eternal folly of man. To be chasing after the sweet flesh, without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones.
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soul
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Neil Gaiman |
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Spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.
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Neil Gaiman |
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If you want to call it that. But it is a very specific sort of magic. There's a magic you take from death. Something leaves the world, something else comes into it.
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magic
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I'm the idiot box. I'm the TV. I'm the all-seeing eye and the world of the cathode ray. I'm the boob tube. I'm the little shrine the family gathers to adore.' 'You're the television? Or someone in the television?' 'The TV's the altar. I'm what people are sacrificing to.' 'What do they sacrifice?' asked Shadow. 'Their time, mostly,' said Lucy. 'Sometimes each other.' She raised two fingers, blew imaginary gunsmoke from the tips. Then she ..
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television
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Sister Mary chose that moment to come in with the tea. Satanist or not, she'd also found a plate and arranged some iced biscuits on it.
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satanist
tea
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430de75
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It has occasionally been remarked upon that it is as easy to overlook something large and obvious as it is to overlook something small and niggling, and that the large things one overlooks often cause problems.
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Neil Gaiman |
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2a7cd24
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Be boring, knowing everything. You have to give all that stuff up if you're going to muck about here.
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Neil Gaiman |
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4b7a4bb
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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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It is said that scattered through Despair's domain are a multitude of tiny windows, hanging in the void. Each window looks out onto a different scene, being, in our world, a mirror. Sometimes you will look into a mirror and feel the eyes of Despair upon you, feel her hook catch and snag on your heart. Despair says little, and is patient.
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Neil Gaiman |
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You know what the really scary thing about bad dreams? It's that something's going on in your head, and you can't control it. I mean, It's like there's these bad worlds inside you. But it's just you... it's like you're betraying yourself.
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nightmares
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Neil Gaiman |
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The end of the story of Batman is he's dead. Because, in the end, the Batman dies. What else am I going to do? Retire and play golf? It doesn't work that way. It can't. I fight until I drop. And one day, I will drop.
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Neil Gaiman |
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f51574a
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Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.
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Neil Gaiman |
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48c277d
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We have to get the... the thing I got... to the Angel. And then he'll tell Door about her family, and he'll tell me how to get home." Lamia looked at Hunter with delight. "And he can give you brains," she said, cheerfully, "and me a heart."
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Neil Gaiman |
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13e56d2
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You don't need princes to save you. I don't have a lot of patience for stories in which women are rescued by men.
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fairy-tales
women
love
inspriational
lesbianism
strong-heroine
women-s-strength
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06c8828
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He felt her heart beating against his chest. The moment began to transmute, and he wondered if there was something he should do. He wondered if he should kiss her. He wondered if he wanted to kiss her, and he realized that he truly didn't know.
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Neil Gaiman |
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ac66953
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It is sometimes a mistake to climb. It is always a mistake to never make the attempt.
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Neil Gaiman |
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4759feb
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A life that is, like any other, unlike any other.
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We'll win, of course," he said. "You don't want that," said the demon. "Why not, pray?" "Listen," said Crowley desperately, "how many musicians do you think your side have got, eh? First grade, I mean." Aziraphale looked taken aback. "Well, I should think-" he began. "Two," said Crowley. "Elgar and Liszt. That's all. We've got the rest. Beethoven, Brahms, all the Bachs, Mozart, the lot. Can you imagine eternity with Elgar?"
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Neil Gaiman |
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9f23bfb
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Talk is free but the wise man chooses when to spend his words.
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wisdom
communication
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Neil Gaiman |
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0ce92ad
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Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.
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ideas
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Neil Gaiman |
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76de685
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Have you thought about what it means to be a god?" asked the man. He had a beard and a baseball cap. "It means you give up your mortal existence to become a meme: something that lives forever in people's minds, like the tune of a nursery rhyme. It means that everyone gets to re-create you in their own minds. You barely have your own identity any more. Instead, you're a thousand aspects of what people need you to be. And everyone wants somet..
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meme
interpretation
perception
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DEATH: "Mostly they aren't too keen to see me. They fear the sunless lands. But they enter your realm each night without fear." MORPHEUS: "And I am far more terrible than you, sister."
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dreams
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In fact, the only things in the flat Crowley devoted any personal attention to were the houseplants. They were huge, and green, and glorious, with shiny, healthy, lustrous leaves. This was because, once a week, Crowley went around the flat with a green plastic plant mister spraying the leaves, and talking to the plants.... Although is perhaps the wrong word for what Crowley did. What he did was put the fear of God into them. More prec..
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humor
houseplants
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Neil Gaiman |
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People talk about books that write themselves, and it's a lie. Books don't write themselves. It takes thought and research and backache and notes and more time and more work than you'd believe.
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writing
creative-process
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Neil Gaiman |
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af323ee
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She had such unusual eyes. They made me think of the seaside, and so I called her Ocean, and could not have told you why.
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Neil Gaiman |
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Fiction has two uses. Firstly, it's a gateway drug to reading. The drive to know what happens next, to want to turn the page, the need to keep going, even if it's hard, because someone's in trouble and you have to know how it's all going to end ... that's a very real drive. And it forces you to learn new words, to think new thoughts, to keep going. To discover that reading per se is pleasurable. Once you learn that, you're on the road to re..
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libraries
reading
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In my experience, writers tend to be really good at the inside of their own heads and imaginary people, and a lot less good at the stuff going on outside, which means that quite often if you flirt with us we will completely fail to notice, leaving everybody involved slightly uncomfortable and more than slightly unlaid.
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writers
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Neil Gaiman |
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5c1f182
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And then it went, and time passed properly once more, every second following every other second just like they're meant to.
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Neil Gaiman |
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He was alone in the darkness once more, but the darkness became brighter and brighter until it was burning like the sun.
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Neil Gaiman |
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There are choices," she thought, when she had sat long enough. "There are always choices."
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Neil Gaiman |
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If the same object from two different times touches itself, one of two things will happen. Either the Universe will cease to exist. Or three remarkable dwarfs will dance through the streets with flowerpots on their heads.
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Neil Gaiman |
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b741b13
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You hurt. It's okay. I hurt too. Hold my hand.
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sandman
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Neil Gaiman |
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b0179b0
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I would not wish to marry someone who had already been married. It would be,' she opined, 'like having someone else break in one's own pony.
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marriage
immaturity
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Neil Gaiman |
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41d979a
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Without our stories we are incomplete.
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Neil Gaiman |
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832c4ae
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Death is before me today: Like the recovery of a sick man, Like going forth into a garden after sickness. Death is before me today: Like the odor of myrrh, Like sitting under a sail in a good wind. Death is before me today: Like the course of a stream, Like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house. Death is before me today: Like the home that a man longs to see, After years spent as a captive.
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Neil Gaiman |
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She had the feeling that the door was looking at her, which she knew was silly, and knew on a deeper level was somehow true.
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Neil Gaiman |
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I wondered how I looked to her, in that place, and knew that even in a place that was nothing but knowledge that was the one thing I could not know. That if I look inward I would see only infinite mirrors staring into myself for eternity.
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