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“He does not always remain bent over the
pages; he often leans back and closes
his eyes over a line he has been reading
again, and its meaning spreads through
his blood.”
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pages; he often leans back and closes
his eyes over a line he has been reading
again, and its meaning spreads through
his blood.”
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![Neil Gaiman](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1234150163i/1221698._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.”
― Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
― Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
![Neil Gaiman](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1234150163i/1221698._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“I mean, maybe I am crazy. I mean, maybe. But if this is all there is, then I don't want to be sane.”
― Neverwhere
― Neverwhere
![Rainer Maria Rilke](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1651322555i/7906._UX200_CR0,59,200,200_.jpg)
“For the sake of a few lines one must see many cities, men and things. One must know the animals, one must feel how the birds fly and know the gesture with which the small flowers open in the morning. One must be able to think back to roads in unknown regions, to unexpected meetings and to partings which one had long seen coming; to days of childhood that are still unexplained, to parents that one had to hurt when they brought one some joy and one did not grasp it (it was joy for someone else); to childhood illness that so strangely began with a number of profound and grave transformations, to days in rooms withdrawn and quiet and to mornings by the sea, to the sea itself, to seas, to nights of travel that rushed along on high and flew with all the stars-and it is not enough if one may think all of this. One must have memories of many nights of love, none of which was like the others, of the screams of women in labor, and of light, white, sleeping women in childbed, closing again. But one must also have been beside the dying, one must have sat beside the dead in the room with the open window and the fitful noises. And still it is not enough to have memories. One must be able to forget them when they are many, and one must have the great patience to wait until they come again. For it is not yet the memories themselves. Not until they have turned to blood within us, to glance, to gesture, nameless and no longer to be distinguished from ourselves-not until then can it happen that in a most rare hour the first word of a verse arises in their midst and goes forth from them.”
― The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
― The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
![Neil Gaiman](https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/authors/1234150163i/1221698._UX200_CR0,0,200,200_.jpg)
“Let us begin this letter, this prelude to an encounter, formally, as a declaration, in the old-fashioned way: I love you. You do not know me (although you have seen me, smiled at me). I know you (although not so well as I would like. I want to be there when your eyes flutter open in the morning, and you see me, and you smile. Surely this would be paradise enough?). So I do declare myself to you now, with pen set to paper. I declare it again: I love you.”
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