Now me,โ said Mr. Vandemar. โWhat number am I thinking of?โ โI beg your pardon?โ โWhat number am I thinking of?โ repeated Mr. Vandemar. โItโs between one and a lot,โ he added, helpfully.
Neil GaimanI like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.
Neil GaimanThe boy had the towering arrogance only seen in the greatest of artists and all nine-year-old boys.
Neil GaimanSome hats can only be worn if you're willing to be jaunty, to set them at an angle and to walk beneath them with a spring in your stride as if you're only a step away from dancing. They demand a lot of you.
Neil Gaiman