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  • #1
    Francesca Lia Block
    “If Death is your father, you don't ever have to worry about what part of his body the disease will strike next. If Death is your lover, you don't have to be afraid that he will ever leave you.”
    Francesca Lia Block, Echo

  • #2
    Neil Gaiman
    “I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.”
    Neil Gaiman

  • #3
    Neil Gaiman
    “There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.”
    Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders

  • #4
    Neil Gaiman
    “I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?”
    Neil Gaiman, A Study in Emerald

  • #5
    Neil Gaiman
    “He 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.”
    Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere

  • #6
    Neil Gaiman
    “Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; that witches are often betrayed by their appetites; dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always; hearts can be well-hidden, and you can betray them with your tongue. (from "Instructions")”
    Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders

  • #7
    Neil Gaiman
    “Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds' eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas-abstract, invisible, gone once they've been spoken-and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created.”
    Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders

  • #8
    Neil Gaiman
    “Every hour wounds. The last one kills.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods

  • #9
    Neil Gaiman
    “There's never been a true war that wasn't fought between two sets of people who were certain they were in the right. The really dangerous people believe they are doing whatever they are doing solely and only because it is without question the right thing to do. And that is what makes them dangerous.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods

  • #10
    Neil Gaiman
    “People believe, thought Shadow. It's what people do. They believe, and then they do not take responsibility for their beliefs; they conjure things, and do not trust the conjuration. People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales. People imagine, and people believe; and it is that rock solid belief, that makes things happen.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods

  • #11
    Neil Gaiman
    “There was a girl, and her uncle sold her. Put like that it seems so simple.

    No man, proclaimed Donne, is an island, and he was wrong. If we were not islands, we would be lost, drowned in each other's tragedies. We are insulated (a word that means, literally, remember, made into an island) from the tragedy of others, by our island nature and by the repetitive shape and form of the stories. The shape does not change: there was a human being who was born, lived and then by some means or other, died. There. You may fill in the details from your own experience. As unoriginal as any other tale, as unique as any other life. Lives are snowflakes- forming patterns we have seen before, as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I mean, really looked at them? There's not a chance you'll mistake one for another, after a minute's close inspection) but still unique.

    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. Look, see the child's swollen, swollen belly and the flies that crawl at the corners of his eyes, this skeletal limbs: will it make it easier for you to know his name, his age, his dreams, his fears? To see him from the inside? And if it does, are we not doing a disservice to his sister, who lies in the searing dust beside him, a distorted distended caricature of a human child? And there, if we feel for them, are they now more important to us than a thousand other children touched by the same famine, a thousand other young lives who will soon be food for the flies' own myriad squirming children?

    We draw our lines around these moments of pain, remain upon our islands, and they cannot hurt us. They are covered with a smooth, safe, nacreous layer to let them slip, pearllike, from our souls without real pain.

    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.

    A life that is, like any other, unlike any other.

    And the simple truth is this: There was a girl, and her uncle sold her.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods

  • #12
    Neil Gaiman
    “I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods
    tags: life

  • #13
    Neil Gaiman
    “We owe it to each other to tell stories.”
    Neil Gaiman

  • #14
    Neil Gaiman
    “Religions are, by definition, metaphors, after all: God is a dream, a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a house of many rooms, a watchmaker who left his prize chronometer in the desert, someone who loves you—even, perhaps, against all evidence, a celestial being whose only interest is to make sure your football team, army, business, or marriage thrives, prospers, and triumphs over all opposition. Religions are places to stand and look and act, vantage points from which to view the world. So none of this is happening. Such things could not occur. Never a word of it is literally true.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods

  • #15
    Stephen  King
    “Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
    Stephen King

  • #16
    Stephen  King
    “If you liked being a teenager, there's something really wrong with you.”
    Stephen King

  • #17
    Stephen  King
    “Sometimes being a bitch is all a woman's got to hold on to.”
    Stephen King, Dolores Claiborne

  • #18
    Stephen  King
    “Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.”
    Stephen King

  • #19
    Stephen  King
    “The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed.”
    Stephen King, The Gunslinger

  • #20
    Stephen  King
    “There's no bitch on earth like a mother frightened for her kids.”
    Stephen King

  • #21
    Stephen  King
    “I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
    I aim with my eye.

    I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
    I shoot with my mind.

    I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.
    I kill with my heart.”
    Stephen King, The Gunslinger

  • #22
    Stephen  King
    “Show me a man or a woman alone and I'll show you a saint. Give me two and they'll fall in love. Give me three and they'll invent the charming thing we call 'society'. Give me four and they'll build a pyramid. Give me five and they'll make one an outcast. Give me six and they'll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they'll reinvent warfare. Man may have been made in the image of God, but human society was made in the image of His opposite number, and is always trying to get back home.”
    Stephen King , The Stand

  • #23
    Stephen  King
    “Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.”
    Stephen King, The Shining

  • #24
    Neil Gaiman
    “Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkably difficult to kill.”
    Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders

  • #25
    Neil Gaiman
    “Not only are there no happy endings,' she told him, 'there aren't even any endings.”
    Neil Gaiman, American Gods

  • #26
    Stephen  King
    “Sometimes dead is better”
    Stephen King, Pet Sematary

  • #27
    Stephen  King
    “Come on back and we’ll see if you remember the simplest thing of all – how it is to be children, secure in belief and thus afraid of the dark.”
    Stephen King, It

  • #28
    Stephen  King
    “Go now. Our journey is done. And may we meet again, in the clearing, at the end of the path.”
    Stephen King

  • #29
    Stephen  King
    “He knew as well as we in our own world do that the road to hell is paved with good intentions--but he also knew that, for human beings, good intentions are sometimes all there are. Angels may be safe from damnation, but human beings are less fortunate things, and for them hell is always close.”
    Stephen King, The Eyes of the Dragon

  • #30
    Neil Gaiman
    “Here: an exercise in choice. Your choice. One of these tales is true.

    She lived through the war. In 1959 she came to America. She now lives in a condo in Miami, a tiny French woman with white hair, with a daughter and a grand-daughter. She keeps herself to herself and smiles rarely, as if the weight of memory keeps her from finding joy.

    Or that's a lie. Actually the Gestapo picked her up during a border crossing in 1943, and they left her in a meadow. First she dug her own grave, then a single bullet to the back of the skull.

    Her last thought, before that bullet, was that she was four months' pregnant, and that if we do not fight to create a future there will be no future for any of us.

    There is an old woman in Miami who wakes, confused, from a dream of the wind blowing the wildflowers in a meadow.

    There are bones untouched beneath the warm French earth which dream of a daughter's wedding. Good wine is drunk. The only tears shed are happy ones.”
    Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders



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