Neil Gaiman Quotes

She took my hands in her, then, and squeezed them. 'But you stayed where you were meant to be, and you didn't listen to them. Well done. That's quality, that is,' and she sounded proud. In that moment...

She's not dead. You didn't kill her, nor did the hunger birds, although they did their best to get to you through her. She's been given her ocean. One day, in its own time, the ocean will give her bac...

Silas continued, in his voice like velvet, You had parents. An older sister. They were killed. I believe that you were to have been killed as well, and that you were not was due to chance, and the int...

So life isn't exciting? continued Gary. Great. Give me boredom. At least I know where I'm going to eat and sleep tonight. I'll still have a job on Monday. Yeah? He turned and looked at Richard.Richard...

So the day became one of waiting, which was, he knew, a sin: moments were to be experienced; waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregardi...

So what I want to know is why it is that I can no longer find you, in my mind. You are still there, just, but you are there like a ghost, a will o' the wisp. Not long ago you burned--your heart burned...

Some of us claim that he was a messiah, and some think that he was just a man with very special powers. But that misses the point. Whatever he was, he changed the world.

Some skills can be attained by education, and some by practice, and some by time. Those skills will come if you study.

Some things may change, said Wednesday, abruptly. People, however... People stay the same.

Somehow, this was one oddity too many. He could accept Mind the Gap and the Earl's Court, and even the strange library. But damn it, like all Londoners, he knew his Tube map, and this was going too fa...

Someone stumbled into him, cursed and walked away. Richard was lying prone on the platform, in the rush-hour glare. The side of his face was sticky and cold. He pulled his head up off the ground. He h...

Sometimes I think that truth is a place. In my mind, it is like a city: there can be a hundred roads, a thousand paths, that will all take you, eventually, to the same place. It does not matter where...

Sometimes fiction is a way of coping with the poison of the world in a way that lets us survive it. And

Songs remain. They last. The right song can turn an emperor into a laughingstock, can bring down dynasties. A song can last long after the events and the people in it are dust and dreams and gone. Tha...

Spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.

Take one, and you cannot take the other, she said. But neither path is safe. Which way would you walk — the way of hard truths or the way of fine lies?

That is the nature of time. It flows faster when it was younger and the course is narrower: at the end of all things time has spread and slowed, lik oil spilled on a still pond.

That's the trouble with living things. Don't last very long. Kittens one day, old cats the next. And then just memories. And the memories fade and blend and smudge together.

The Kin,’ said the Doctor. ‘A population that consists of only one creature, but able to move through time as easily and instinctively as a human can cross the road. There was only one of you. But you...

The Marquis de Carabas liked being who he was, and when he took risks he liked them to be calculated risks, and he was someone who double-and triple-checked his calculations. He