Shadow looked down at the girl on the table. โWhat happened to her?โ he asked. โPoor taste in boyfriends,โ said Jacquel. โItโs not always fatal.
Neil GaimanMy bed was pushed up hard against the wall just below the window. I loved to sleep with the windows open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open my windows and put my head on my pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak. There would be raindrops blown onto my face, too, if I was lucky, and I would imagine that I was in my boat on the ocean and that it was swaying with the swell of the sea. I did not imagine that I was a pirate, or that I was going anywhere. I was just on my boat.
Neil GaimanFor me, closing libraries is the equivalent of eating your seed corn to save a little money.
Neil GaimanThere are little pockets of old time in London, where things and places stay the same, like bubbles in amber,โ she explained. โThereโs a lot of time in London, and it has to go somewhereโit doesnโt all get used up at once.โ โI may still be hung over,โ sighed Richard. โThat almost made sense.
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