Neil Gaiman Quotes

In Sarasota, Florida, Stephen King reminded me of the joy of just writing every day.

I thought about adults. I wondered if that was true: if they were all really children wrapped in adult bodies...

Children, as I have said, use back ways and hidden paths, while adults take roads and official paths

I wanted to shout down to him, to warn him that he was giving flowers to a monster, but I did not.

You know I love you, ' said the other mother flatly.'You have a very funny way of showing it, ' said Coraline.

Can't say I've ever been too fond of beginnings, myself. Messy little things. Give me a good ending anytime. You know where you are with an ending.

I wanted stories, and I wanted them always, and I wanted the experience that only fiction could give me: I wanted to be inside them.

The beautiful illusion of fiction is that everything makes sense and that there was a purpose, that there was a point to it all. And that's the best possible lie because it may even be true.

Nobody actually looks like what they really are on the inside. You don't. I don't.

...but fear of death gives us strength.

You're alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you change the world, the world will change.

Everything created has a beginning, Destiny of the Endless...as everything created has an end.

Sometimes there is nothing you can do.

He is holding a book.Inside the book is the Universe.

And when things get tough, this is what you should do.Make good art.

If we do not fight to create a future there will be no future for any of us.

For as soon as something becomes impossible it slipslides out of belief entirely, whether it’s true or not.

Literature does not occur in a vacuum. It cannot be a monologue. It has to be a conversation, and new people, new readers, need to be brought into the conversation too.

It symbolizes a spear, and in this sorry world the symbol is the thing.

Now there were stars overhead, hanging like frozen spears of light, stabbing the night sky.

Mirrors, ' she said, 'are never to be trusted.

You ask me if I can forgive myself? I can forgive myself for many things.

I don't see why it matters what is written. Not when it's about people. It can always be crossed out.

We...we could be friends.'We COULD be rare specimens of an exotic breed of dancing African elephants, but we're not. At least, I'M not.

I am not in my gallery and neither do I hold your sigil. Will you speak to me?

But we do not need to recount every sermon and eulogy. After all, you were there.

The path of memory is neither straight or safe, and we travel down it at our risk.

Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.

Science is a way of talking about the universe in words that bind it to a common reality.Magic is a method of talking to the universe in words that it cannot ignore.The two are rarely compatible.

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...

This is a roadside attraction, ' said Wednesday. 'One of the finest. Which means it is a place of power.

Yes, you're right. It's part of growing up, I suppose. You always have to leave something behind you.ü

Yes, you're right. It's part of growing up, I suppose. You always have to leave something behind you.

Be wise. Be brave. Be tricky.

It's a weapon, I understand?""In the wrong hands, all tools are weapons. In the right hands, everything is a weapon, or nothing is.

Q: I want to be an author when I grow up. Am I insane?"Neil Gaiman: "Yes. Growing up is highly overrated. Just be an au

To bite off your shadow is neither easy nor painless. It demands a single-mindedness that is almost unknown in this day.

No, " said the cat. "Now, you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.

And Desire smiles, and forgets, for Desire is a creature of the moment.

I don't want whatever I want. Nobody does. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted?

If you have nothing left to want, then you just wait. Until there's nothing left to wait for.

[Dream] I do not want a grape.[Desire] I could make you want one.

Now go and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.

She became certain that there was something in the dark behind her: something very old and very slow. Her heart beat so hard and so loudly she was scared it would burst out of her chest.

The universe is amply supplied with night.

My people, we stay indoors. We have keyboards. We have darkness.

She's as old as the hills, evil as a snake, all malevolence and magic and death.

Poems ancient and modern prowled the ice floes in bear form, filled with words that could wound with their beauty.

Loki's green eyes flashed with anger and with admiration, for he loved a good trick as much as he hated being fooled.

You know, ” he said. “I think I would rather be a man than a god. We don’t need anyone to believe in us. We just keep going anyhow. It’s what we do.” There was silence, in the high place.