Neil Gaiman Quotes

And if there's a moral there, I don't know what it is, save maybe that we should take our goodbyes whenever we can.

And if you are waiting for a new book in a long ongoing series, whether from George or from Pat Rothfuss or from someone else...

And once I am there, I shall seek out Watson, if he still lives—and I fancy he does. It is irrational, I acknowledge, and yet I am certain that I would know, somehow, had Watson passed beyond the veil...

And then he said, Media. I think I have heard of her. Isn’t she the one who killed her children? Different woman, said Mr. Nancy. Same deal.

And then he was silent; and from far above they heard the sounds of crows flying, cawing angrily. Crows. Family Corvidae. Collective noun, intoned Mr. Croup, relishing the sound of the word. a murder.

And then it crumbled in his hand. It was just dust... Sand... A glittering, multicolored sand that fell away into the chilly wind at the end of the world.

Anything electronic seemed fundamentally magical to Shadow, and liable to evaporate at any moment.

As coisas não precisam ter acontecido para serem verdadeiras. Contos e sonhos são verdades-sombras que vão perdurar quando os reles fatos não forem mais do que pó e cinzas esquecidas.

As-tu déjà été amoureux? C'est horrible non? Ca rend si vulnérable. Ca t'ouvre la poitrine et le coeur en grand et du coup, n'importe qui peut venir te bousiller de l'intérieur. On se forge des défens...

At the end of the street was a large glass box with a female mannequin inside it, dressed as a gypsy fortune teller.Now, said Wednesday, at the start of any quest or enterprise it behooves us to consu...

Because, said Thor, when something goes wrong, the first thing I always think is, it is Loki’s fault. It saves a lot of time.

Bod said, 'I want to see life. I want to hold it in my hands. I want to leave a footprint on the sand of a desert island. I want to play football with people. I want,' he said, and then he paused and...

Bod tried to smile, but he could not find a smile inside himself.

Bod was thrilled. He imagined a future in which he could read everything, in which all stories could be opened and discovered.

Books were safer than other people anyway. (...) I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.

Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.

But I have always thought that these tulips must have had names. They were red, and orange and red, and red and orange and yellow, like the ember in a nursery fire of a winter's evening. I remember th...

But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?’ ‘Easy,’ said the cat. ‘Think of somebody walking around the world. You start out walking away from something and end up coming back...

But standing in that hallway, it was all coming back to me. Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.

But there was a kitten on my pillow, and it was purring in my face and vibrating gently with every purr, and, very soon, I slept.