Neil Gaiman Quotes

You, she told him, are so full of shit, it's a wonder your eyes don't turn brown.

And then he looked her full in the face, and her heart leapt and sank, as the eyes the dangerous blue of the summer sky before a storm gazed back into hers.

Turn my head, and you may go where you want.     I turn it again, you will stay till you rot.     I have no face, but I live or die     by my crooked teeth—who am I?

Per favore. Come ti chiami?- domandò al gatto. -Senti, io mi chiamo Coraline. Okay?Il gatto sbadigliò lentamente e con attenzione, rivelando una bocca e una lingua di un rosa sorprendente. - I gatti n...

. . I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway.

He realized how much he wanted to take her pain away

A flash of resentment. It's hard enough being alive, trying to survive in the world and find your place in it, to do the things you need to do to get by, without wondering if the thing you just did, w...

A ghost-memory rises, here: a phantom moment, a shaky reflection in the pool of remembrance. I know how it felt when the scavengers took my heart. How it felt as the hunger birds, all mouth, tore into...

A squirrel, Ratatosk, lives in the branches of the world-tree. It takes gossip and messages from Nidhogg, the dread corpse-eater, to the eagle and back again. The squirrel tells lies to both of them,...

A typical National World Weekly would tell the world how Jesus' face was seen on a Big Mac bun bought by someone from Des Moines, with an artist's impression of the bun; how Elvis Presley was recently...

Adam didn’t read any comics at all. They never lived up to the kind of things he could do in his head.

Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons...

All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone, We must speak of other matters, You can be me when I'm goneFlowers gathered in the morning,Afternoon they blossom on,Still are withered in...

All we have to believe is our senses: the tools we use to perceive the world, our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted.

All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then...

All we really know of the universe is what filters in through our senses, and that isn’t a whole lot. Take the electromagnetic spectrum. It includes virtually every ripple of energy that powers the co...

Always worth it to have tried, even if you fail, even if you fall like a meteor forever. Better to have flamed in the darkness, to have inspired others, to have lived, than to have sat in the darkness...

America has invested her religion as well as her morality in sound income-paying securities. She has adopted the unassailable position of a nation blessed because it deserves to be blessed; and her so...

And all the time we spent in this place would fade and vanish, like a dawn dream on waking that colours the day but cannot be touched or remembered.

And did I pass? The face of the old woman on my right was unreadable in the gathering dusk. On my left the younger woman said, You don't pass or fail at being a person, dear.