Neil Gaiman Quotes

We save our lives in such unlikely ways.

Well, you’re grown-ups, she said, in a tone of voice that did its best to imply that they weren’t, and that even if they were they shouldn’t be.

What do I do now?I don’t know. Fade away, perhaps. Or find another role.

What makes you think I'm giving you a ride? Because I'm a damsel in distress, she said. And you are a knight in whatever. A really dirty car.

What we read as adults should be read, I think, with no warnings or alerts beyond, perhaps: enter at your own risk. We need to find out what fiction is, what it means, to us, an experience that is goi...

When I grew up, I wanted to be a werewolf. Or a writer. But writer was definitely the number two alternative. Werewolfing was an easy number one.

When I was a child, adults would tell me not to make things up, warning me of what would happen if I did. As far as I can tell so far, it seems to involve lots of foreign travel and not having to get...

When angels go bad they are worse than anyone else. Remember Lucifer used to be an angel.

When you are seven, beauty is an abstraction, not an imperative.

When you love something you just don't want to stop talking about it.

When you reach the little house, the place your journey started,you will recognize it, although it will seemmuch smaller than you remember.Walk up the path, and through the garden gateyou never saw be...

When your children grow, when your dark locks begin to silver, when you are an old woman, alone with your three bears, what will you see? What stories will you tell?

When you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.

Work. Home. The pub. Meeting girls. Living in the city. Life. Is that all there is?

Writing's a lot like cooking. Sometimes the cake won't rise, no matter what you do, and every now and again the cake tastes better than you ever could have dreamed it would.

You don't have to stay anywhere forever.

You get on with your own life. Lettie gave it to you. You just have to grow up and try and be worth it. A flash of resentment. It’s hard enough being alive, trying to survive in the world and find you...

You have your milk, he said. Where there is milk, there is hope.

You know that I love you.And despite herself, Coraline nodded. It was true. The other mother loved her. But she loved Coraline as a miser loves money, or a dragon loves its gold. In the other mother's...

You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.