
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.
These past couple of days have been Neil Gaiman Days, filled with browsing his blog, laughing at his witticisms, and gaining more from him in one sentence than years of lessons in anything. I find myself gravitating more and more towards him and his writings right now, and I think it's good for me, right now. He puts a smile on my face that not a lot can do.