My heartโฆ It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like itโs trying to escape because it doesnโt belong to me any more. It belongs to you.
Neil GaimanItโs not that theyโre small, the fair folk. Especially not the queen of them all, Mab of the flashing eyes and the slow smile with lips that can conjure your heart under the hills for a hundred years. Itโs not that theyโre small. Itโs that weโre so far away.
Neil GaimanThe lovely thing about writing comics for so many years is that comics is a medium that is mistaken for a genre. It's not that there are not genres within comics, but because comics tend to be regarded as a genre in itself, content becomes secondary; as long as I was doing a comic, people would pick it up.
Neil Gaiman