#neil gaiman

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

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I would not be the person I am without the authors who made me what I am - the special ones, the wise ones, sometimes just

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Nothing’s changed. You’ll go home. You’ll be bored. You’ll be ignored. No one will listen to you, really listen to you. You’

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I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.

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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

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You hurt. It’s okay. I hurt too. Hold my hand.

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It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that

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Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

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I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.

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I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.

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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and

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It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that

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You never forget. It must be somewhere inside of you. Even if the brain has forgotten, perhaps the teeth remember. Or

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Tolkien’s words and sentences seemed like natural things, like rock formations or waterfalls, and wanting to write like

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You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear.

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Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

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