Neil Gaiman Quotes

Oh, monsters are scared. That's why they're monsters.

I knew enough about adults to know that if did tell them what had happened, I would not be believed. Adults rarely seemed to believe me when I told the truth anyway.

That's the trouble with living things. Don't last very long. Kittens one day, old cats the next. And then just memories. And the memories fade and blend and smudge together.

How can you be happy in this world? You have a hole in your heart. You have a gateway inside you to lands beyond the world you know. They will call you, as you grow.

It doesn't matter that I can't remember the details any longer: death happened to her. Death happens to all of us.

Idris: Are all people like this? The Doctor: Like what? Idris: So much bigger on the inside.

She didn't have a daddy?" I asked. "No." "Did you have a daddy?" "You're all questions, aren't you? No, love. We never went in for that sort of thing. You only need men if you want to breed more men.

It's only a world, after all, and they're just sand grains in the desert, worlds.

She smiled at Coraline, as if it had been a very long time since she had smiled and she had almost, but not quite, forgotten how.

I think you're doing better than you were the last time we saw you. You're growing a new heart, for a start.

All your tomorrows start here.

A disturbing novel about dreams and wishes, a nightmarish distaff monkey's paw of a book that it's impossible to forget. Lisa Tuttle remains our preeminent chronicler of family madness and desire.

Tools, of course, can be the subtlest of traps.

We are always living in the final days. What have you got? A hundred years or much, much less until the end of your world.

One thing that I get from a lot of people with American Gods is people saying that they would love some kind of glossary with a list of all the Gods and who they are, so that they can look them up.

The great thing about Batman and Superman, in truth, is that they are literally transcendent. They are better than most of the stories they are in.

When I started out, there were a lot of things I knew I couldn't do, and a lot of things I only found out I couldn't do by going and doing it. And no-one was watching, and nobody cared.

A novel seemed the easiest way to get what I had had in my head into the inside of other people's heads. Books are good that way.

Have been unavoidably detained by the world. Expect us when you see us.

It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers.

If you were to try and pick him out of a group of boys, you’d be wrong. He’d be the other one. Over at the side. The one your eye slipped over.

Tristan and Yvaine were happy together. Not forever-after, for Time, the thief, eventually takes all things into his dusty storehouse, but they were happy, as these things go, for a long while

It begins, as most things begin, with a song.

Name the different kinds of people,’ said Miss Lupescu. ‘Now.’ Bod thought for a moment. ‘The living,’ he said. ‘Er. The dead.’ He stopped. Then, ‘... Cats?’ he offered, uncertainly.

I think I've got Fear down, but how do I take it all the way up to Terror?

Because there are mysteries. Because there are things that people are forbidden to speak about. Because there are things they do not remember.

It doesn't matter that you didn't believe in us," said Mr. Ibis. "We believed in you.

He was alone in the darkness once more, but the darkness became brighter and brighter until it was burning like the sun.

I wonder if I shall ever see her again, and I realize that I scarcely care. I can feel the sheets beneath me, and the cold air on my chest. I feel fine. I feel absolutely fine. I feel nothing at all.

Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognizable after a snowfall; that is that she has made of my life.

EVERY ENDING IS A NEW BEGINNING. YOUR LUCKY NUMBER IS NONE. YOUR LUCKY COLOUR IS DEAD. Motto: LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON.

Names come and names go.

I don't think it would be fun to write after inhaling art fumes. (What are art fumes?) No, I just make stuff up. It's easier that way.

You don't have to test everything to destruction just to see if you made it right.

They were having an argument as old and comfortable as an armchair, the kind of argument that no one ever really wins or loses but which can go on forever, if both parties are willing.

Fear is contagious. You can catch it. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to say that they're scared for the fear to become real. Mo was terrified, and now Nick was too.

But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?

Actually I didn't shoot a man in Reno just to watch him die, but he could tell I was extremely cross.

It is neither fair nor unfair, Nobody Owens. It simply is

To be a good writer... read a lot and write every day.

You must have a bladder like Lake Erie. I think empires rose and fell in the time it took you to pee. I could hear it the whole time." Thank you. Do you want something?

The tongue is the most remarkable. For we use it both to taste out sweet wine and bitter poison, thus also do we utter words both sweet and sout with the same tongue.

I'm bored," she said. "Learn how to tap-dance," he suggested, without turning around.

"Death's a capricious thing, innit?" "Yes. Yes, she is."

The squirrel has not yet found the acorn that will grow to the oak that will be cut to form the cradle of the babe that will grow to slay me.

There are accounts that, if we open our hearts to them, will cut us too deeply.

We are small but we are many We are many we are small We were here before you rose We will be here when you fall

Potentially evil. Potentially good, too, I suppose. Just this huge powerful potentiality waiting to be shaped.

He wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a while, or if it was something that you found in the end, if you simply walked and waited and willed it long enough.

Life is a rock, but the radio rolled me over.