Neil Gaiman Quotes

I guess it's just another one of life's little mysteries.I'm tired of mysteries.Yeah? I think they add a kind of zest to the world. Like salt in a stew.

I love dreams. I know enough about them to know that dream logic is no story logic, and that you can rarely bring a dream back as a tale: it will have transformed from gold into leaves. from silk to c...

I loved to love what she loved.

I never fell. I don't care what they say. I'm still doing my job, as I see it.

I remember my own childhood vividly . . . I knew terrible things. But I knew I mustn’t let adults know I knew. It would scare them. MAURICE SENDAK, IN CONVERSATION WITH ART SPIEGELMAN,THE NEW YORKER,...

I saw her chewing gum, when I was thirteen, and I fell for her like a suicide from a bridge.

I think all geniuses - or the ones thet I've run into - tend to have a faintly tenuous relationship with the real world, because so much is going on on the inside. They may be geniuses but they often...

I toyed briefly with an image someone once mentioned to me, of a village in the shadow of a twin-peaked mountain. In the morning the sun rises. At lunch it sets behind the mountain. In the early after...

I want to go home. Then he mentally underlined the last sentence three times, rewrote it in huge letters in red ink, and circled it before putting a number of exclamation marks next to it in his menta...

I was a normal child. Which is to say, I was selfish and I was not entirely convinced of the existence of things that were not me, and I was certain, rock-solid, unshakeably certain, that I was the mo...

I was not scared, though, and I could not have told you why I was not scared. I trusted Lettie, just as I had trusted her when we had gone in search of the flapping thing beneath the orange sky. I bel...

I was not so old that I would deny my own senses.

I was their first book.

I will be brave, thought Coraline. No, I am brave.

I wonder if I shall ever see her again, and I realize that I scarcely care. I can feel the sheets beneath me, and the cold air on my chest. I feel fine. I feel absolutely fine. I feel nothing at all.

I wondered how I looked to her, in that place, and knew that even in a place that was nothing but knowledge that was the one thing I could not know. That if I look inward I would see only infinite mir...

I would read. I would explore

If not for Death, they'd be content to simply exist, but with Death, well, their lives will have meaning.

If there's one thing that a study of history has taught us, it is that things can always get worse.

In the beginning – before the beginning – was the word. And the word was