Neil Gaiman Quotes

You can take your gold, but afterwards, things are, things are . There is less beauty in a rainbow, less meaning in a sermon, less joy in a kiss…Less.

You lived what anybody gets, Bernie. You got a lifetime. No more. No less.

Some things are too big to be seen; some emotions too huge to be felt.

The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.

When the web started, I used to get really grumpy with people because they put my poems up. They put my stories up. They put my stuff up on the web. I had this belief, which was completely erroneous,...

Dinner was wonderful. There was a joint of beef, with roast potatoes, golden-crisp on the outside and soft and white inside, buttered greens I did not recognize, although I think now that they might h...

Remember your name. Do not lose hope ---what you seek will be found.

It occurs to me that the peculiarity of most things we think of as fragile is how tough they truly are. There were tricks we did with eggs, as children, to show how they were, in reality, tiny load-be...

When the first living thing existed, I was there, waiting.

Take what you have learned, and move on.

Delirium: What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?Dream: There isn't on...

Up the narrow stairs and into the kitchen. Rosie's mother looked around and made a face as if to indicate that it did not meet her standards of hygiene, containing as it did, edible foodstuffs. Coffee...

I don’t ever remember being afraid of oldness.There are things I miss about being younger - chiefly the ability to pull all-nighters and keep working and working well; and being smiled at by girls I d...

We have eyes and we have nervesesWe have tails we have teethYou'll all get what you deservesesWhen we rise from underneath.

Where does contagion end and art begin?

I was kidnapped by aliens, they came down from outer space with ray guns, but I fooled them by wearing a wig and laughing in a foreign accent, and I escaped.

I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon: through the dreams of countries and cities, past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall.

I know how Gods begin, Roger. We start as Dreams. Then we walk out of Dreams into the Land. We are worshiped and loved, and take power to ourselves. And then, one day, there's no one left to worship u...

It was sort of like , thought Fat Charlie, an hour later; in fact, if the witches in had been four little old ladies and if, instead of stirring cauldrons and intoning dread incantations, they had ju...

Fat Charlie went back to his hotel room, the colour of underwater, where his lime sat, like a small green Buddha, on the countertop.You're no help, he told the lime. This was unfair. It was only a lim...