Thank You Neil, You Teach Me Another Side About Love

Neil Gaiman capture me with 14 words at quote of The Sandman comic book: "Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable."

And also another quotes that, somehow, with his magic way, makes me think that sometimes is okay to be not okay for no reason.

You get ideas from daydreaming. You get ideas from being bored. You get ideas all the time. The only difference between writers and other people is we notice when we're doing it. (Where Do You Get Your Ideas?)

Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe. (The Sandman)

Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters. (Somewhat Less Sinister Ducks)

“You’ve a good heart,” she told him. “Sometimes that’s enough to see you safe wherever you go.” Then she shook her head. “But mostly, it’s not.” (Neverwhere)

All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end. (American Gods)

Have you ever had one of those days when something just seems to be trying to tell you somebody? (The Sandman)

There is another version of the tale. That is the tale the women tell each other, in their private language that the men-children are not taught, and that the old men are too wise to learn. And in that version of the tale perhaps things happened differently. But then, that is a women's tale, and it is never told to men. (The Sandman)

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly. (The Sandman)

We write our names in the sand, and then the waves roll in and wash them away. (The Sandman)