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  • #1
    Neil Gaiman
    “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.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

  • #2
    Neil Gaiman
    “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 it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

  • #3
    Neil Gaiman
    “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 it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

  • #4
    Neil Gaiman
    “People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.”
    Neil Gaiman

  • #5
    Neil Gaiman
    “Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 3: Dream Country

  • #6
    Neil Gaiman
    “Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world, I mean everybody — no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds... Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 5: A Game of You

  • #7
    Neil Gaiman
    “I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn't that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they'll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don't know. She probably didn't even know I was there. But I'll always love her. All my life.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 8: Worlds' End

  • #8
    Neil Gaiman
    “You get what anybody gets - you get a lifetime.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 1: Preludes & Nocturnes

  • #9
    Neil Gaiman
    “CHORONZON: I am a dire wolf, prey-stalking, lethal prowler.

    MORPHEUS: I am a hunter, horse-mounted, wolf-stabbing.

    CHORONZON: I am a horsefly, horse-stinging, hunter-throwing.

    MORPHEUS: I am a spider, fly-consuming, eight legged.

    CHORONZON: I am a snake, spider-devouring, posion-toothed.

    MORPHEUS: I am an ox, snake-crushing, heavy-footed.

    CHORONZON: I am an anthrax, butcher bacterium, warm-life destroying.

    MORPHEUS: I am a world, space-floating, life-nurturing.

    CHORONZON: I am a nova, all-exploding... planet-cremating.

    MORPHEUS: I am the Universe -- all things encompassing, all life embracing.

    CHORONZON: I am Anti-Life, the Beast of Judgment. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds... of everything. Sss. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?

    MORPHEUS: I am hope.”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 1: Preludes & Nocturnes

  • #10
    Neil Gaiman
    “What power would hell have if those imprisoned here would not be able to dream of heaven?”
    Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 1: Preludes & Nocturnes

  • #11
    Alan             Moore
    “Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor...I am Pagliacci.”
    Alan Moore, Watchmen

  • #12
    Alan             Moore
    “All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.”
    Alan Moore, Watchmen

  • #13
    Alan             Moore
    “Thermodynamic miracles... events with odds against so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing.
    And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter... Until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold... that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermodynamic miracle.

    But...if me, my birth, if that's a thermodynamic miracle... I mean, you could say that about anybody in the world!.

    Yes. Anybody in the world. ..But the world is so full of people, so crowded with these miracles that they become commonplace and we forget... I forget. We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from the another's vantage point. As if new, it may still take our breath away. Come...dry your eyes. For you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly. Dry your eyes... and let's go home.”
    Alan Moore, Watchmen
    tags: life

  • #14
    Alan             Moore
    “We're all puppets, Laurie. I'm just a puppet who can see the strings.”
    Alan Moore, Watchmen

  • #15
    Alan             Moore
    Rorschach's Journal: October 12th, 1985

    Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face.

    The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.

    The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No.”
    Alan Moore, Watchmen

  • #16
    Alan             Moore
    “There is no future. There is no past. Do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet.”
    Alan Moore, Watchmen

  • #17
    Alan             Moore
    Nite Owl II: But the country's disintegrating. What's happened to America? What's happened to the American dream?

    The Comedian: It came true. You're lookin' at it.”
    Alan Moore, Watchmen

  • #18
    Alan             Moore
    “Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.”
    Alan Moore, Watchmen

  • #19
    Bram Stoker
    “Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!”
    Bram Stoker

  • #20
    Bram Stoker
    “I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #21
    Bram Stoker
    “Once again...welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #22
    Bram Stoker
    “I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #23
    Bram Stoker
    “I want you to believe...to believe in things that you cannot.”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #24
    Bram Stoker
    “Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #25
    Bram Stoker
    “Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #26
    Bram Stoker
    “Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #27
    Bram Stoker
    “Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #28
    Bram Stoker
    “I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #29
    Bram Stoker
    “Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot? But there are things old and new which must not be contemplate by men´s eyes, because they know -or think they know- some things which other men have told them. Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.”
    Bram Stoker, Dracula

  • #30
    Bram Stoker
    “No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.”
    Jonathan Harker's Journal, Bram Stoker, Dracula



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