fantasy

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

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

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

“Nothing’s ever the same,” she said. “Be it a second later or a hundred years. It’s always churning and roiling. And people change as much as oceans.”

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

Growing up, I took so many cues from books. They taught me most of what I knew about what people did, about how to behave. They were my teachers and my advisers.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some of them are things people are scared of. Some of them are things that look like things people used to be scared of a long time ago. Sometimes monsters are things people should be scared of, but they aren’t.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I liked myths. They weren’t adult stories and they weren’t children’s stories. They were better than that. They just were.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I went away in my head, into a book. That was where I went whenever real life was too hard or too inflexible.

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

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