Neil Gaiman Quotes
But the truth is, it's not the idea, it's never the idea, it's always what you do with it.")
So write your story as it needs to be written. Write it honestly, and tell it as best you can. I'm not sure that there are any other rules. Not ones that matter.
If you you write with enough assurance and confidence, you’re allowed to do whatever you like. So write your story as it needs to be written. Write it honestly, and tell it as best you can.
M is for magic. All the letters are, if you put them together properly. You can make magic with them, and dreams, and, I hope, even a few surprises...
The irritating question they ask us -- us being writers -- is: "Where do you get your ideas?"
It doesn't matter that you didn't believe in us, " said Mr. Ibis. "We believed in you.
He wondered reflectively what would happen if you asked a nun where the Gents was. Probably the Pope sent you a sharp note or something.
She said we all not only could know everything. We do. We just tell ourselves we don't to make it all bearable.
Which has left me with a healthy respect and fondness for higher education that those of my friends and family who attended universities were cured of long ago.
And why does he talk so funny? Doesn't he mean squashed tomatoes?I don't think that they had tomatoes when he comes from, said Bod. And that's just how they talk then.
Now me, ” said Mr. Vandemar.“What number am I thinking of?” “I beg your pardon?” “What number am I thinking of?” repeated Mr. Vandemar. “It’s between one and a lot, ” he added, helpfully.
What I say is, a town isn’t a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it’s got a bookstore, it knows it’s not foolin’ a soul.
. . . I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway.
Reading is important.Books are important.Librarians are important. (Also, libraries are not child-care facilities, but sometimes feral children raise themselves among the stacks.)
No two readers can or will ever read the same book, because the reader builds the book in collaboration with the author.
The irritating question they ask us -- us being writers -- is: "Where do you get your i
Sounds like you're trying to say that creation of new alternate worlds is a conscious decision.''I'm not trying to say it - I just said it.
Right, " said Fat Charlie conversationally. "You realize, of course, that this means war." It was the traditional war cry of a rabbit when pushed too far.
If you survive in battle, it is with Odin's grace, and if you fall, it is because he has betrayed you.
The bonds of family bind us up, support us, help us. And they are also a bond from which it is difficult, perhaps impossible to extricate oneself.
It's oneiric, a beautiful, formless sequence of silver nitrate shadows, and when it ends I wonder what happened, and then I begin to rebuild it in my head
Because it is the nature of Dreams, and ONLY of Dreams, to define Reality. Destiny is bound to existence. Death is limited by what she will or will not accept.
All Bette's stories have happy endings. That's because she knows where to stop.She's realized the real problem with stories - if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.
He was cold, standing in a wood, talking to a big black bird who was currently brunching on Bambi.
Omnia Mutantur, Nihil Interit. 'Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.
I think maybe Hell is a place. But you don't have to stay anywhere forever.
I felt like a Porsche that had learned it wasn't a bicycle anymore but was still taking part in bicycle races.
We have an obligation to make things beautiful, to not leave the world uglier than we found it.
Idris: Are all people like this?The Doctor: Like what?Idris: So much bigger on the inside.
I’m just a soul whose intentions are good, ’“ he sang to the crabs and the spiders and the palmetto beetles and the lizards and the night. ‘“Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood.
Always good to remember when you're making art. You don't have to like it, just be ready to do the next thing.
Life imitates art, but clumsily, copying its movements when it thinks it isn't looking.
I would not wish to marry someone who had already been married. It would be, ' she opined, 'like having someone else break in one's own pony.
She wondered how she would feel to be a married woman. It would be the end of her life, she decided, if life was a time of choices.
Yeah, you and me, we can ride on a starIf you stay with me, girlWe can rule the worldYeah, you and me, we can light up the skyIf you stay by my sideWe can rule the world
Lettie shrugged. “Nobody actually looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s true of everybody.
There was a moment of hesitation, and then her mouth opened against his, and her tongue slid into his mouth, and he was, under the strange stars, utterly, irrevocably lost.
Being a geological formation gives you a lot of time to think. Also, I subscribed to a number of learned journals.
The abbot cleared his throat. "You are all very stupid people, " he told them graciously, "and you do not know anything at all.
We've had our ups and downs since then, but that's what families have, ups and downs.
It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.
There was a skyness to the sky and a nowness to the world that he had never seen or felt or realized before.
Before that no one thought of us as colored-foreign maybe, exotic and dark, but not colored.
Different creatures have different eyes. Human eyes (unlike, say, a cat's eyes, or an octopus's) are only made to see one version of reality at a time.