Neil Gaiman Quotes

You know you can set fire to the capacity to say.

None of this is truly happening," he said to Shadow. He sounded miserable. "It's all in your head. Best not to think of it.

He had gone beyond the world of metaphor and simile into the place of things that are, and it was changing him.

There was Virginia Boote, the food and restaurant critic, who had once been a great beauty but was now a grand and magnificent ruin, and who delighted in her ruination.

What do stars do? They shine.

I will be a wise and tolerant monarch, dispencing justice fairly, and only setting nightmares to rip out the winds of the evil and the wicked. Or just anybody that I don't like.

Richard wondered how the marquis managed to make being pushed around in a wheelchair look like a romantic and swashbuckling thing to do.

Here you go, she said. I don't need it anymore. I'm very grateful. I think it may have saved my life, saved some other people's death.

The cat wrinkled its nose and managed to look unimpressed. "Calling cats," it confided, "tends to be a rather overrated activity. Might as well call a whirlwind.

There were people you could hug, and then there was Silas.

I'm just going to stay here, in the darkness under the arch. I can hear you all out there, trip-trapping, trip-trapping over my bridge. Oh yes, I can hear you. But I'm not coming out.

It's not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it's yours, and then be willing to let it go.

Rain in the graveyard, and the world puddled into blurred reflections.

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.

Hunchbacks danced at my wedding for luck. It's a thing you don't see nowadays.

Nobody's American," said Wednesday. "Not originally. That's my point.

Goodbyes are overrated.

Are you scared?’ asked Mr. Ibis. ‘Not really.’ ‘Well, try to cultivate the emotions of true awe and spiritual terror, as we walk. They are the appropriate feelings for the situation at hand.

A life that is, like any other, unlike any other.

You play your cards so close to your chest," said Shadow, "that I'm not even sure they're really cards at all.

The war had begun and nobody saw it. The storm was lowering and nobody knew it.

There are some as are what they are. And there are some as aren't what they seem to be. And there are some as only seem to be what they seem to be.

Some of the things are the same no matter which world you're in, kid. One of 'em is this: The quickest way out of something is usually straight through it.

Hey, that's life, flick it off if you can't take a joke.

You know how is it when you love someone? And the hard part, the bad part, the Jerry Springer Show part is that you never stop loving someone. There's always a piece of them in your heart.

Don't start anything you're not prepared to finish.

For me, I would rather read a good book, from a contented author. I don't really care what it takes to produce that.

You shone like a star. The funniest, wisest writer & the finest friend

If you can't eat it, drink it, smoke it, or snort it... then f*ck it!

How would you feel about life if Death was your older sister?

If he didn't care about you, you couldn't upset him.

It stared at them, and it paused for a hundred years, which transpired in a dozen heart beats.

Friday's a free day. A woman's day.

The moonlight was enough. It would do.

The only water in the forest is the River.

You shine like a beacon in a dark world.

Hasn't there always been a moon?" "Bless you. Not in the slightest. I remember the day the moon came. We looked up in the sky - it was all dirty brown and sooty gray here then, not green and blue.

Everything here is so weak, little girl. Everything breaks so easily. They want such simple things.

Just go with it. It won't hurt.' I stared at him. Adults only ever said that when it, whatever it happened to be, was going to hurt so much.

I couldn't get you to the ocean, but there was nothing stopping me bringing the ocean to you.

Peas baffled me. I could not understand why grown-ups would take things that tasted so good raw, and then put them in tins, and make them revolting.

It is your differences that make you glorious.

This was the void. Not blackness, not nothingness. This was what lay beneath the thinly painted scrim of reality.

I would read. I would explore

As we age, we become our parents; live long enough and we see faces repeat in time.

Does it make you feel big to make a little boy cry?

They could not truly look dead, because they did not ever look alive.

One cannot begin a new dream without abandoning the last [one].

Often you will discover that the harder you work, and the more wisely you work, the luckier you get. But there is luck, and it helps.

Death is the second oldest of the Endless. It's hard not to love her. She loves you, after all.