Neil Gaiman Quotes

He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity.

Go get your heart broken.

I still love the book-ness of books, the smell of books: I am a book fetishist—books to me are the coolest and sexiest and most wonderful things there are.

You don’t want to ask after the health of anyone, if you’re a funeral director. They think maybe you’re scouting for business.

So, if a city has a personality, maybe it also has a soul. Maybe it dreams.

Watch out for that pedestrian!" "It's on the street, it knows the risks it's taking!

When you love something you just don't want to stop talking about it.

If ever you get to be my age," said the old woman, "you will know all there is to know about regrets, and you will know that one more, here or there, will make no difference in the long run.

That doesn't happen," she explained. "Stars fall. They don't go back up again." "You could be the first," he told her.

It goes without saying that all of the people, living, dead, and otherwise, in this story are fictional or used in a fictional context. Only the gods are real.

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.

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

You were her way here, and it's a dangerous thing to be a door.

Adults should not weep, I knew. They did not have mothers who would comfort them.

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.

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

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

I would read. I would explore

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

It is your differences that make you glorious.

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

And so there is magic.

Most of us only find our own voices after we've sounded like a lot of other people.

Short stories are tiny windows into other worlds and other minds and other dreams

You're sick. Sick and evil and weird.

You're a big one,[...] a tall drink of water, but I got to tell you, you don't look too bright. I got a son, stupid as a man who bought his stupid at a two-for-one sale, and you remind me of him.

Richard opened his hand, and the key stared up at him from his palm. "By my crooked teeth," asked Richard, remembering, "who am I?

Agnes was the worst prophet that's ever existed. Because she was always right. That's why the book never sold.

Ray Bradbury was not ahead of his time. He was perfectly of his time, and more than that: he created his time and left his mark on the time that followed.

The real problem with stories - if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.

Perhaps this is the ultimate freedom, eh, Dreamlord? The freedom to leave.

Any way, death is so final, isn't it? "Is it?" asked Richard. "Sometimes," said the marquis de Carabas. And they went down.

For the record, I don't expect you to believe any of this. Not really. I'm a liar by trade, after all; albeit, I like to think, an honest liar.

Anyone who calls you "little lady" has already excluded you from the set of people worth listening to.

Why do I have this imagination? It's the only one I've got!

Identity can be so gelatinous sometimes.

You can buy a book new, buy it in hardback or wait for the paperback, find it used or as a collectible. I don't mind. What I care about most is that people are reading.

That's sexism, that is. Going around giving people girly presents just because they're a girl.

The Time Lords really didn't like genocide. I'm not too keen on it myself. It's the potential you're killing off. What if, one day, there was a good Dalek? What if...

I found English to be a sort of Thomas Hardy aversion therapy.

With American Gods I was trying very, very consciously - there was a level at which it was a little like trying to write a novel in French - you know, "this novel is to be written in American."

My ideal reader is me. And yes, my ideal reader comes with me and is forgiving.

I love making things. I love building things. I love the idea that something's in the world that wasn't there before.

I've been inspired by dreams - I've even stolen scenes or images or characters from them.

Anywhere that I can't check my email is a good place to write!

We get to experience the same thing in very different ways with different parts of ourselves.

I am not by nature the kind of creator who is transgressive in order to be transgressive.

Coming over from England, I was awe-struck by what Americans do at Halloween. I find it magnificent. In England, you get the occasional fancy dress party.

In comics, collaboration saves your life. How well you can work with an artist, a colorist, a letterer, is how good your comic is.