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All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone, We must speak of other matters, You can be me when I'm gone Flowers gathered in the morning, Afternoon they blossom on, Still are withered in the evening, You can be me when I'm gone. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#flowers

Take what you have learned, and move on ↗

— Neil Gaiman

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What power would hell have if those imprisoned here would not be able to dream of heaven? ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#dreams

Delirium: You use that word so much. Responsibilities. Do you ever think about what that means? I mean, what does it mean to you? In your head? Dream: Well, I use it to refer that area of existence over which I exert a certain amount of control or influence. In my case, the realm and action of dreaming. Delirium: Hump. It's more than that. The things we do make echoes. S'pose, f'rinstance, you stop on a street corner and admire a brilliant fork of lightning--ZAP! Well for ages after people and things will stop on that very same corner, stare up at the sky. They wouldn't even know what they were looking for. Some of them might see a ghost bolt of lightning in the street. Some of them might even be killed by it. Our existence deforms the universe. THAT'S responsibility. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#dream #neil-gaiman #responsibility #the-dreaming #the-endless

For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to desire, and desire is always cruel ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#love #sandman #love

Writers are liars my dear, surely you know that by now? ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#dreams

Seek not revenge, but the Buddha ↗

— Neil Gaiman

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Delirium: "What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?" Dream: "There isn't one." Delirium: "Oh. I thought maybe there was." Delirium and Dream, in Sandman #43: "Brief Lives: 3 ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#gaiman #love #poignant #sandman #dreams

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

#dreams

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

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