oceans at the end of the lane

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She’s been given to her ocean. One day, in its own time, the ocean will give her back.

The Ocean at the End of the Lane, Neil Gaiman

I loved to sleep with the window open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open the window and put my head on the pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak.
—  Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane 
I’m going to tell you something important. Grown-ups don’t look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they’re big and thoughtless and they always know what they’re doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. The truth is, there aren’t any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.
—  The Ocean and the End of the Lane, Neil Gaiman