Neil Gaiman Quotes

I really don't know what "I love you" means.I think it means "Don't leave me here alone.

Liza Hempstock, who had been Bod's friend for the last six years, was different in another way; she was less likely to be there for him when Bod went down to the nettle patch to see her, and on the ra...

If you don't know it's impossible, it's easier to do.

The myths are dead. The gods are dead. The ghosts and ghouls and phantoms are dead. There is only the State, and the People.- No, Monsieur Robespierre. There is much more than that.

Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

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.

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

Not gay, just never met the right woman.

It begins, as most things begin, with a song. In the beginning, after all, were the words, and they came with a tune. That was how the world was made, how the void was divided, how the lands and the s...

It’s a way of talking about lust without talking about lust, he told them. It is a way of talking about sex, and fear of sex, and death, and fear of death, and what else is there to talk about?

I borrowed a copy of by Roger Lancelyn Green and read and reread it with delight and puzzlement: Asgard, in this telling, was no longer a Kirbyesque Future City but was a Viking hall and collection o...

Because people would have to remember books, if other people burn them or forget them. We will commit them to memory. We will become them. We become authors. We become their books.

Forgetfulness can sometimes bring freedom of a sort

In the manner of one recognizing a line from a familiar poem in a strange book.

If Hell is other people... then Purgatory is airports.

It's not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it's yours, and then be willing to let it go.

Death has a body like a model, the clothes of a poet and the smile of your best friend. She wears a top hat for fun, her ankh necklace for power, and carries a big black umbrella for travelling to the...

Even in dreams and in death, a monk and a fox are from different worlds, as they were in life, and in different worlds they will forever stay

It’s an artist’s job to show people the world they live in. We hold up mirrors.

Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.