‘The price of getting what you want is getting what you once wanted.’ (Why I love…) – Neil Gaiman

‘It’s not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it’s yours, and then be willing to let it go.’

Stardust

“I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor.

They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer.

They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind.

They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying.

They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.”

– The Kindly Ones

“There aren’t any good guys, and there aren’t any bad guys. There’s just us. People. Doing our best to get by…”


“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”

‘Life — and I don’t suppose I’m the first to make this comparison — is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.’Death Talks About Life


When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares are still walking. When we hold each other, we feel — not safe, but better. ‘It’s all right,’ we whisper. ‘I’m here. I love you.’ And we lie, ‘I’ll never leave you.’ For just a moment or two the darkness doesn’t seem so bad. When we hold each other. – Midnight Days

‘As I write this now, it occurs to me that the peculiarity of most things we think as fragile is how tough they truly are… 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.

Stories… 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?

– Fragile Things


They don’t teach you how to love somebody.

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