This is crazy', said Shadow.
Like the rest of your life is sane? Give me a fucking break.
I miss you', he admitted.
'I'm here', she said.
'That's when I miss you most. When you're here. When you aren't here, when you're just a ghost of the past or a dream from another life, it's easier then.
The TV's the altar. I'm what people are sacrificing to.'
'What do they sacrifice?' asked Shadow.
'Their time, mostly,' said Lucy. 'Sometimes each other.
I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.
Neil GaimanTag: men
Oh ... My twitchy witchy girl I think you are so nice, I give you bowls of porridge And I give you bowls of ice-cream.
Neil GaimanTag: song
Oh - that family, yes. There are still some photos of them around here. They look like nice people, don't they?"
They...'look like nice people'?"
Well, they do, don't they? Of course, they never actually existed - except maybe in the most tenuous and retrospective way - but still, it's nice to think they were good people."
Uh. Right. Gee, I suppose you must do a lot of drugs.
Tag: humor
There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.
Neil GaimanTag: first-sentence opening-lines
I was a stranger and you took me in.
-Joji G. Shoji, d. 1921
I'm a stranger," pointed out Bod.
"You're not," she said, definitely. "You're a little boy." And then she said, "And you're my friend. So you can't be a stranger.
Bod was thrilled. He imagined a future in which he could read everything, in which all stories could be opened and discovered.
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