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c647b40
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You're alive...That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you're dead, it's gone. Over. You've made what you've made, dreamed your dream, written your name.
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Neil Gaiman |
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Furthermore, it goes without saying that all of the people, living, dead, and otherwise, in this story are fictional or used in a fictional context. Only the gods are real.
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Neil Gaiman |
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cd79cee
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You think you know all there is to know about here 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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Neil Gaiman |
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7695f4e
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I decided that I would do my best in the future not to write books just for money. If you didn't get the money then you didn't have anything. If I did the work I was proud of and I didn't get the money, at least I'd have the work.
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Neil Gaiman |
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70e65fe
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All we have to believe is our senses: the tools we use to perceive the world, our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted.
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Neil Gaiman |
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1f5df04
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Lives are snowflakes - unique in detail, forming patterns we have seen before, but as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I mean, really at them? There's not a chance you'd mistake one for another, after a minute's close inspection.)
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similarity
peas
snowflakes
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Neil Gaiman |
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5c4d1b8
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He sighed. It was a long sigh, weary and worldly-wise. The kind of sigh you could picture God heaving after six days of hard work and looking forward to some serious cosmic R&R, only to be handed a report by an angel concerning a problem with someone eating an apple.
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spunky
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Neil Gaiman |
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f807f91
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It is not that I was credulous, simply that I belived in all things dark and dangerous. It was part of my young creed that the night was full of ghosts and witches, hungry and flapping and dressed completely in black.
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darkness
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Neil Gaiman |
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a1bfede
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The Marquis sighed. "I thought it was just a legend," he said. "Like the alligators in the sewers of New York City." Old Bailey nodded, sagely: "What, the big white buggers? They're down there. I had a friend lost a head to one of them." A moment of silence. Old Naeiley handed the statue back to the Marquis. Then he raised his hand, and snapped it, like a crocodile hand, at the Carabas. "It was OK," gurned Old Bailey with a grin that was mo..
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Neil Gaiman |
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78e90ca
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This little piggy went to Hades This little piggy stayed home This little piggy ate raw and steaming human flesh
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humor
nursery-rhymes
piggy
pigs
hades
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Neil Gaiman |
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1b8b9d9
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He told me not to seek revenge, but to seek the Buddha,' said the fox spirit, sadly. 'Wise counsel,' said the fox of dreams. 'Vegeance can be a road that has no ending. You would be wise to avoid it. And...?' 'I shall seek the Buddha,' said the fox, with a toss of her head. 'But first I shall seek revenge.
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Neil Gaiman |
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d8f7449
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Nobody died. how can you kill an idea? How can you kill the personification of an action?" "Then what died? who are you mourning?" "A point of view."
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grief
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Neil Gaiman |
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2b62541
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You play your cards so close to your chest," said Shadow, "that I'm not even sure they're really cards at all."
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Neil Gaiman |
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ecd322f
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She really was pretty, for a grown-up person, but when you are seven, beauty is an abstraction, not an imperative. I wonder what I would have done if she had smiled at me like that now: whether I would have handed my mind or my heart or my identify to her for the asking, as my father did.
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grownups
pretty
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Neil Gaiman |
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2e41386
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I loved to sleep with the window open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open the window and put my head on the pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak.
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Neil Gaiman |
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3356031
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Bod shrugged. "So?" he said. "It's only death. I mean, all of my best friends are dead."
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Neil Gaiman |
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29fe39a
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Words can wound, and wounds can heal.
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Neil Gaiman |
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4fca998
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Cease your weeping!" he said. "It is I, Loki, here to rescue you!" Idunn glared at him with red-rimmed eyes. "It is you who are the source of my troubles." she said. "Well, perhaps. But that was so long ago. That was yesterday's Loki. Today's Loki is here to save you and take you home."
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troubles
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Neil Gaiman |
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0555594
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Sometimes you do things you regret, but there's nothing you can do about them. Times change. Doors close behind you. You move on.
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regret
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Neil Gaiman |
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b6e2c05
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Rain in the graveyard, and the world puddled into blurred reflections.
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Neil Gaiman |
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42ed2ba
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You seem all normal and quiet on the surface. But you are so much weirder than I am, and I am, extremely, fucking, weird.
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Neil Gaiman |
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1bacc3c
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It was not that he was feckless, more that he had simply not been around the day they handed out feck.
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humorous
wordplay
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Neil Gaiman |
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ceeda2f
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Go back? I don't know. I think hell's something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go. They're doing the same things they always did. They're doing it to themselves. That's hell.
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Neil Gaiman |
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4170841
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I only met Mad Sweeney twice, alive," he said. "The first time I thought he was a world-class jerk with the devil in him. The second time I thought he was a major fuckup and I gave him the money to kill himself. He showed me a coin trick I don't remember how to do, gave me some bruises, and claimed he was a leprechaun. Rest in peace, Mad Sweeney."
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Neil Gaiman |
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55c31a3
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Do you know why I stopped being Delight, my brother? I do. There are things not in your book. There are paths outside this garden.
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delirium
sandman
neil-gaiman
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Neil Gaiman |
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a1547e3
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Three years in London had not changed Richard, although it had changed the way he perceived the city. Richard had originally imagined London as a gray city, even a black city, from pictures he had seen, and he was surprised to find it filled with color. It was a city of red brick and white stone, red buses and large black taxis, bright red mailboxes and green grassy parks and cemeteries. It was a city in which the very old and the awkwardly..
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london
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Neil Gaiman |
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dcb2cac
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And the game begins anew.
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game-of-life
rebirth
game
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Neil Gaiman |
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5ab2213
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No," said the cat. "Now, you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names." --
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names
confidence
funny-but-true
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Neil Gaiman |
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a131d8e
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Don't confuse the teacher with the lesson, the ritual with the ecstasy, the transmitter of the symbol with the symbol itself.
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symbol
symbolic
teacher
lesson
ritual
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Neil Gaiman |
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861d929
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I am anti-life, the Beast of Judgment. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds...of everything. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?" "I am hope."
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Neil Gaiman |
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37cea97
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His beard was all colors, a grove of trees in autumn, deep brown and fire-orange and wine-red, an untrimmed tangle across the lower half of his face. His cheeks were apple-red. He looked like a friend; like someone you had known all your life.
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beards
familiarity
colors
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Neil Gaiman |
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2e59344
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I will be a wise and tolerant monarch, dispencing justice fairly, and only setting nightmares to rip out the winds of the evil and the wicked. Or just anybody that I don't like.
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Neil Gaiman |
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40c6c2d
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If there's one thing that a study of history has taught us, it is that things can always get worse.
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Neil Gaiman |
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74a44ec
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As-tu deja ete amoureux? C'est horrible non? Ca rend si vulnerable. Ca t'ouvre la poitrine et le coeur en grand et du coup, n'importe qui peut venir te bousiller de l'interieur. On se forge des defenses, on se fabrique une belle armure pour que rien ne puisse jamais nous atteindre, et voila qu'un imbecile, pas bien different des autres s'immisce dans notre imbecile de vie... On lui offre un morceau de soi alors que l'autre n'a rien demande...
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Neil Gaiman |
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6a8d7c8
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He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.
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love
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Neil Gaiman |
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08f6747
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Small children believe themselves to be gods, or some of them do, and they can only be satisfied when the rest of the world goes along with their way of seeing things.
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myth
personal
memory
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Neil Gaiman |
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23482ac
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There was no moon but the night sky was a riot of crisp and glittering autumn stars. There were streetlights too and lights on buildings and on bridges which looked like earthbound stars and they glimmered repeated as they were reflected with the city in the night water of the Thames. It's fairyland thought Richard.
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Neil Gaiman |
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dd7fcbe
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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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1f63d44
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Suppose we pick a name for him, eh?" Caius Pompeius stepped over and eyed the child. "He looks a little like my proconsul, Marcus. We could call him Marcus." Josiah Worthington said, "He looks more like my head gardener, Stebbins. Not that I'm suggesting Stebbins as a name. The man drank like a fish." "He looks like my nephew Harry," said Mother Slaughter... "He looks like nobody but himself," said Mrs.Owens, firmly. "He looks like nobod..
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names
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Neil Gaiman |
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02bff9b
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We don't do spells," she said. She sounded a little disappointed to admit it. "We'll do recipes sometimes. But no spells or cantrips. Gran doesn't hold with none of that. She says it's ."
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Neil Gaiman |
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b8c81ca
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Somehow, this was one oddity too many. He could accept "Mind the Gap" and the Earl's Court, and even the strange library. But damn it, like all Londoners, he knew his Tube map, and this was going too far. "There isn't a British Museum Station," said Richard, firmly."
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Neil Gaiman |
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3354a4d
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I was a stranger and you took me in. -Joji G. Shoji, d. 1921
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Neil Gaiman |
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5704d85
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Too soon, the sun will rise.
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Neil Gaiman |
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fd2e068
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That doesn't happen," she explained. "Stars fall. They don't go back up again." "You could be the first," he told her."
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Neil Gaiman |