Name the different kinds of people,โ said Miss Lupescu. โNow.โ Bod thought for a moment. โThe living,โ he said. โEr. The dead.โ He stopped. Then, โ... Cats?โ he offered, uncertainly.
Neil GaimanBelinda stared into the fire for some time, thinking about what she had in her life, and what she had given up; and whether it would be worse to love someone who was no longer there, or not to love someone who was.
Neil GaimanIt's not what I'd want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant me somewhere warm. And then when the pretty women walk over my grave I would grab their ankles, like in that movie.
Neil GaimanI mean, maybe I am crazy. I mean, maybe. But if this is all there is, then I don't want to be sane.
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