“ Do you know why I stopped being Delight, my brother? I do. There are things not in your book. There are paths outside this garden. Neil Gaiman
“ Is there a word for forgetting the name of someone when you want to introduce them to someone else at the same time you realize you've forgotten the name of the person you're introducing them to as we… Neil Gaiman
“ For some folks death is release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them. Neil Gaiman
“ Without warning a lady appeared. She came from the direction of Friday-street, for she had just been with Mr. Newbolt. She strode capably through the snow. She wore a black silk gown and something ver… Susanna Clarke
“ Delirium: What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?Dream: There isn't on… Neil Gaiman
“ Of course, the truth is that no one likes change. People in hell not only refuse to leave it, they invite you in, too. Even people who have blasted the other lives that touched their own blasted lives… Peter Straub
“ I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon: through the dreams of countries and cities, past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall. Neil Gaiman
“ I know how Gods begin, Roger. We start as Dreams. Then we walk out of Dreams into the Land. We are worshiped and loved, and take power to ourselves. And then, one day, there's no one left to worship u… Neil Gaiman
“ He said, Were he only like his sister—what a difference that would make! For there never was such a sweet and gentle lady! I hear her footsteps, as she goes about the world. I hear the swish-swish-swi… Susanna Clarke
“ I don't really like driving in the snow. There's something about the motion of the falling snowflakes that hurts my eyes, throws my sense of balance all to hell. It's like tumbling into a field of sta… Neil Gaiman
“ What win I if I gain the thing I seek?A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?Or sells eternity to get a toy? William Shakespeare
“ I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear.Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out. Neil Gaiman
“ Everything created has a beginning, Destiny of the Endless...as everything created has an end. Neil Gaiman
