Neil Gaiman Quotes

Songs remain. They last...A song can last long after the events and the people in it are dust and dreams and gone. That's the power of songs.

This is a work of fiction. Still, given an infinite number of possible worlds, it must be true on one of them. And if a story set in an infinite number of possible worlds is true in one of them, then...

Richard began to understand darkness: darkness as something solid and real, so much more than a simple absence of light. He felt it touch his skin, questing, moving, exploring: gliding through his min...

I was one those kids who had books on them. Before weddings, Bar Mitzvahs, funerals and anything else where you're actually meant to not be reading, my family would frisk me and take the book away. If...

Always good to remember when you're making art. You don't have to like it, just be ready to do the next thing.

The universe is amply supplied with night.

If you survive in battle, it is with Odin's grace, and if you fall, it is because he has betrayed you.

Richard opened his hand, and the key stared up at him from his palm. By my crooked teeth, asked Richard, remembering, who am I?

Kiss a lover, Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure. Face your life, It's pain, It's pleasure, Leave no path untaken.

Y por qué es necesario tener valor? —le preguntó el gato con tono de indiferencia.—Porque, cuando haces algo a pesar del miedo que sientes —respondió ella—, necesitas tener mucho valor.

Well?" said Loki. "What about you, Heimdall? Do you have any suggestions?""I do," said Heimdall. "But you won't like it."Thor banged his fist down upon the table. "It does not matter whether or not we...

Fiction can show you a different world. It can take you somewhere you've never been. Once you've visited other worlds, like those who ate fairy fruit, you can never be entirely content with the world...

And then, in a skittering, chittering rush, it came. The hand, running high on its fingertips, scrabbled through the tall grass and up onto a tree stump. It stood there for a moment, like crab tasting...

I asked him if it were a mirage, and he said yes. I said it was a dream, and he agreed, But said it was the desert's dream not his. And he told me that in a year or so, when he had aged enough for any...

Like all sentient beings, Fat Charlie had a weirdness quotient. For some days the needle had been over in the red, occasionally banging jerkily against the pin. Now the meter broke.

Will you go back? asked the Lord of the Gallows. To America?Nothing to go back for, said Shadow, and as he said it he knew it was a lie.Things wait for you there, said the old man. But they will wait...

Why are we talking about this good and evil? They're just names for sides. We know that.

Yes, you're right. It's part of growing up, I suppose. You always have to leave something behind you.ü

It was sometimes said that the grey-and-black mountain range which ran like a spine north to south down that part of Faerie had once been a giant, who grew so huge and so heavy that, one day, worn out...

Can I hug you?Do you want to?said Bod.Yes.Well then.He thought for a moment.I don't mind if you do.My hands won't go through you or anything?You're really there?You won't go through me,he told her,and...