Neil Gaiman Quotes

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

Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and adventures are the shadow truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes and forgotten.

It is going to take more than just a couple of good-hearted souls to raise this child. It will take a graveyard.

Short stories are tiny windows into other worlds and other minds and dreams. They are journeys you can make to the far side of the universe and still be back in time for dinner.

Nobody died. how can you kill an idea? How can you kill the personification of an action?Then what died? who are you mourning?A point of view.

All your questions can be answered, if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.

Note for Americans and other aliens: Milton Keynes is a new city approximately halfway between London and Birmingham. It was built to be modern, efficient, healthy, and, all in all, a pleasant place t...

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

I don't want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted just like that, and it didn't mean anything? What then?

In May I received an anonymous Mother’s Day card. This puzzled me. I would have noticed if I had ever had children, surely?

You've a good heart. Sometimes that's enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it's not.

I'll be your puppy. What do you want me to do? Chew your slippers? Piss on the kitchen floor? Lick your nose? Sniff your crotch? I bet there's nothing a puppy can do that I can't do!

You attend the funeral, you bid the dead farewell. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this...

She sat by the side of the road, in the snow, all bodiless and afraid, waiting for the happiness to start.

Now all we have to worry about is all the other books, and, of course, life, which is huge and complicated and will not warn you before it hurts you. Thank you for coming. Enjoy the things that never...

I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.

The black bird cocked its head to one side, and then said, in a voice like stones being struck, 'You shadow man.''I'm Shadow,' said Shadow. The bird hopped up onto the fawn's rump, raised its head, ru...

If I could talk about it, I would not have to do it. I make art.

I will write in words of fire.I will write them on your skin.I will write about desire.Write beginnings, write of sin.You’re the book I love the best,your skin only holds my truth, you will be a palim...

The young woman was crying, in the way that grownups cry, keeping it inside as much as they can, and hating it when it still pushes out at the edges,...