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“Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft were written by men.”
― Neil Gaiman

“I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“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. Truth is, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s true of everybody.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“Oh, monsters are scared," said Lettie. "That's why they're monsters.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“And did I pass?" The face of the old woman on my right was unreadable in the gathering dusk. On my left the younger woman said, "You don't pass or fail at being a person, dear.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“That's the trouble with living things. Don't last very long. Kittens one day, old cats the next. And then just memories. And the memories fade and blend and smudge together.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“Words save our lives, sometimes.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“Different people remember things differently, and you'll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“There is not always a good guy. Nor is there always a bad one. Most people are somewhere in between.”
― Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

“You do not write your life with words...You write it with actions. What you think is not important. It is only important what you do.”
― Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

“Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both.”
― Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

“Stories are important, the monster said. They can be more important than anything. If they carry the truth.”
― Patrick Ness, A Monster Calls

“Love makes us such fools.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“Just because love don't look the way you think it should, don't mean you don't have it.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“Children betrayed their parents by becoming their own people.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“I found it ironic that I should be blessed with wings and yet feel so constrained, so trapped. It was because of my condition, I believe, that I noticed life's ironies a bit more often than the average person. I collected them: how love arrived when you least expected it, how someone who said he didn't want to hurt you eventually would.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“Love, as most know, follows its own timeline. Disregarding our intentions or well rehearsed plans.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“And that might just be the root of the problem: we're all afraid of each other, wings or no wings.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“To many, I was myth incarnate, the embodiment of a most superb legend, a fairy tale. Some considered me a monster, a mutation. To my great misfortune, I was once mistaken for an angel. To my mother, I was everything. To my father, nothing at all. To my grandmother, I was a daily reminder of loves long lost. But I knew the truth—deep down, I always did.
I was just a girl.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“A Strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow. The idea of sorrow has always appealed to me but now I am almost ashamed of its complete egoism. I have known boredom, regret, and occasionally remorse, but never sorrow. Today it envelops me like a silken web, enervating and soft, and sets me apart from everybody else.”
― Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse

“She laughed for her wasted, difficult life that never had to be wasted or difficult in the first place.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“She found that she did not mind losing the previous moment, for this one was just as lovely.”
― Leslye walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“For a very long time, Viviane and Jack lived in that world people inhabit before love. Some people called that place friendship; others called it confusing. Viviane found it a pleasant place with an altitude that only occasionally made her nauseous.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“She didn't see it because when it came to love, she saw what she wanted to see.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“Death just seems to follow some of us, don't it? Death's been following me for years. It's easy to spot your own kind. That kind of sorrow you can't just wash away; it sticks to you. And people, they can tell. They can feel it.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“I have traveled through continents, languages, and time trying to understand all that I am and all that has made me such.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“Just because love don’t look the way you think it should don’t mean you don’t have it.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“Jude taught me what love was: to be willing to hold on to another person's pain. That's it.”
― Stephanie Oakes, The Sacred Lies of Minnow Bly