[b]Neil Gaiman
I believe that anyone who says that 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.[/b]
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I’m the idiot box. I’m the TV. I’m the all-seeing eye and the world of the cathode ray. I’m the boob tube. I’m the little shrine the family gathers to adore.
You’re the television? Or someone in the television?
The TV’s the altar. I’m what people are sacrificing to.
What do they sacrifice? asked Shadow.
Their time, mostly, said Lucy. Sometimes each other. She raised two fingers, blew imaginary gunsmoke from the tips. Then she winked, a big old I Love Lucy wink.
You’re a God? said Shadow.
Lucy smirked, and took a ladylike puff of her cigarette. You could say that, she said.
You can’t get more ecumenical than this.
Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story.
So, anyone here ever done that?
What we read as adults should be read, I think, with no warnings or alerts beyond, perhaps: enter at your own risk.
Or bring your own.
The end of the story of Batman is he’s dead. Because, in the end, the Batman dies. What else am I going to do? Retire and play golf? It doesn’t work that way. It can’t. I fight until I drop. And one day, I will drop.
Tell that to Hollywood.
That is the eternal folly of man. To be chasing after the sweet flesh, without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones.
Who thinks that then?