We live in a world in which the only utopian visions arrive in commercial breaks: magical visions of an impossibly hospitable world, peopled by bright-eyed attractive men, women, children... Where nobody dies... In my worlds people died. And I thought that was honest. I thought I was being honest.
Neil GaimanName the different kinds of people,โ said Miss Lupescu. โNow.โ Bod thought for a moment. โThe living,โ he said. โEr. The dead.โ He stopped. Then, โ... Cats?โ he offered, uncertainly.
Neil GaimanYou mourn, for it is proper to mourn. But your grief serves you; you do not become a slave to grief. You bid the dead farewell, and you continue.
Neil Gaiman