Neil Gaiman Quotes

Trolls can smell the rainbow, trolls can smell the stars. Trolls can smell the dreams you dreamed before you were ever born.

Us in the graveyard, we wants you to stay alive. We wants you to surprise us and disappoint us and impress us and amaze us.'I think...I said things to Silas. He'll be angry.''If he didn't care about y...

We all have stories. Or perhaps it's because, as humans, we are already an assemblage of stories and the gulf that exists between us as people is that when we look at each other we might see faces, sk...

We are all wearing masks. That is what makes us interesting.

We build a shell around it, like an oyster dealing with a painful particle of grit, coating it with smooth pearl layers in order to cope. This is how we walk and talk and function , day in, day out. I...

We do what we do, because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves.

We don't do spells, she said. She sounded a little disappointed to admit it. We'll do recipes sometimes. But no spells or cantrips. Gran doesn't hold with none of that. She says it's .

We have an obligation to make things beautiful, to not leave the world uglier than we found it.

We have an obligation to use the language. To push ourselves: to find out what words mean and how to deploy them, to communicate clearly, to say what we mean. We must not attempt to freeze language, o...

We have, let us face it and admit it, little influence. We prey on them, and we take from them, and we get by; we strip and we whore and we drink too much; we pump gas and we steal and we cheat and we...

We make choices. No one else can live our lives for us. And we must confront and accept the consequences of our actions.

We need individual stories. Without individuals we see only numbers: a thousand dead, a hundred thousand dead, ‘casualties may rise to a million’. With individual stories, the statistics become people...

We were never lovers, and we never will be, now. I do not regret that, however. I regret the conversations we never had, the time we did not spend together. I regret that I never told him that he made...

Wednesday was talking to him. I’m sorry? said Shadow. I said we’re here, said Wednesday. You were somewhere else.

Were you always like this?’ ‘Like what?’ ‘A madman. With a time machine.’ ‘Oh, no. It took ages until I got the time machine.

What are these fundamental principles, if they are not atoms?Stories. And they give me hope.

What do stars do? They shine.

What power would hell have if those imprisoned here would not be able to dream of heaven?

What should I believe? thought Shadow, and the voice came back to him from somewhere deep beneath the world, in a bass rumble: Believe everything.

What's it like then? asked Old Bailey. Being dead? The marquis sighed. And then he twisted his lips up into a smile, and with a glitter of his old self, he replied, Live long enough, Old Bailey, and y...