Neil Gaiman
As vezes podemos escolher o caminho que seguimos. As vezes nossas escolhas sao feitas por nos. E as vezes nos nao temos escolha nenhuma ...
As pessoas pensam que sonhos não são reais apenas porque não são feitos de matéria, de partículas. Sonhos são reais. Mas eles são feitos de pontos de vista, de imagens, de memórias e trocadilhos, e de esperanças perdidas.
Até onde sei ,o motivo para tornar-se escritor, se deve a não ter que acordar cedinho.
Enquanto escrevo isto, me ocorre que a peculiaridade da maioria das coisas que consideramos frágeis é o modo como elas são, na verdade, fortes. Havia truques que faz íamos com ovos, quando crianças, para demonstrar que eles são, apesar de nã o nos darmos conta disso, pequenos salões de mármore capazes de suportar grandes pressões, e muitos dizem que o bater de asas de uma borboleta no lugar certo pode criar um furacão do outro lado de um oceano. Corações podem ser partidos, mas o coração é o mais forte dos músculos, capaz de pulsar durante toda a vida, setenta vezes por minuto, e não falhar quase nunca. Até os sonhos, que são as coisas mais intangíveis e delicadas, podem se mostrar incrivelmente difíceis de matar. (Coisas Frágeis)
I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”
"Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. Sometimes, when you fall, you fly."
"Acho que prefiro me lembrar de uma vida desperdiçada
com coisas frágeis, d
o que uma vida gasta evitando a dívida moral.
E me perguntei a que me referia com coisas frágeis.
Parecia um belo título para um livro de contos.
Afinal,existem tantas coisas frágeis.
Pessoas se despedaçam tão facilmente,
sonhos e corações também"
"I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.
I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.
I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.
I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste.
I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds.
I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.
I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.
I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.
I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.
I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.
I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it."
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."
It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people."
"I hope you will have a wonderful year, that you'll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you'll make something that didn't exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be, be wise, and that you will always be kind."
"To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due."
"A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?"
Pointless, really..."Do the stars gaze back?" Now that's a question."
"Life is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal."
I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend..."
The world is always ending for someone’
The price of getting what you want is getting what once you wanted."
And there are always people who find their lives have become so unsupportable they believe the best thing they could do would be to hasten their transition to another plane of existence.”
“They kill themselves, you mean?” said Bod. He was about eight years old, wide-eyed and inquisitive, and he was not stupid.
“Indeed.”
“Does it work? Are they happier dead?”
“Sometimes. Mostly, no. It’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean.”
A vida é uma doença: sexualmente transmissivel e invariavelmente fatal.
Extrai-se idéias de devaneios. Extrai-se idéias do tédio. Extrai-se idéias o tempo todo. A única diferença entre os escritores e as outras pessoas é que a gente percebe quando está fazendo isso.
