Neil Gaiman Quotes

I knew enough about adults to know that if did tell them what had happened, I would not be believed. Adults rarely seemed to believe me when I told the truth anyway.

I'm never quite sure if I'm me when I'm dressed up.

You wouldn't die in here, nothing ever dies in here, but if you stayed here for too long, after a while just a little of you would exist everywhere, all spread out. And that's not a good thing. Never enough of you all together in one place, so t here wouldn't be anything left that would think of itself as an 'I.' No point of view any longer, because you'd be an infinite sequence of views and of points.

We writers – and especially writers for children, but all writers – have an obligation to our readers: it's the obligation to write true things, especially important when we are creating tales of people who do not exist in places that never were – to understand that truth is not in what happens but what it tells us about who we are. Fiction is the lie that tells the truth, after all.

And so there is magic.

It's harder to pick and choose when you're dead. It's like a photograph, you know. It doesn't matter as much.

I am anti-life, the Beast of Judgment. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds…of everything. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?" "I am hope.

I'm going to go home. Everything is going to be normal again. Boring again. Wonderful again.

Someone killed my Mother and my Father and my Sister?" "Yes, someone did." "A Man?" "A Man." "Which means," said Bod, "you're asking the wrong question." Silas raised an eyebrow. "How so?" "Well," said Bod. "If I go outside in the world, the question isn't who will keep me safe from him?" "No?" "No. It's who will keep him safe from me?

I think I've got Fear down, but how do I take it all the way up to Terror?

This little piggy went to Hades This little piggy stayed home This little piggy ate raw and steaming human flesh This little piggy violated virgins And this little piggy clambered over a heap of dead bodies to get to the top

Everything here is so weak, little girl. Everything breaks so easily. They want such simple things.

Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft were written by men.

From meetings and partings none can ever escape. Nor from magic.

What are these fundamental principles, if they are not atoms?" "Stories. And they give me hope.

I love mythic stuff. I love playing with gods, I love playing with myths. A lot of it has to do with that they're the basic places stories come from. They're the clay that you make the bricks out of.

If you want to call it that. But it is a very specific sort of magic. There's a magic you take from death. Something leaves the world, something else comes into it.

For some, it was easier to take the leap from the leafless tree and dance on nothing until dancing was done.

The real problem with stories - if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.

Often you will discover that the harder you work, and the more wisely you work, the luckier you get. But there is luck, and it helps.

Have you ever had one of those days when something just seems to be trying to tell you somebody?

The world always seems brighter when you've just made something that wasn't there before.

Black as night, sweet as sin.

Biting's excellent. It's like kissing - only there is a winner.

"Some things may change," said Wednesday, abruptly. "People, however... People stay the same."

The world seemed to shimmer a little at the edges.

Whereas there are lots of good novels out there; there are a few good movies out there. People have been writing great poems for years, but there aren't a lot of good comics. I like trying to write them.

Everything he had ever done that had been better left undone. Every lie he had told — told to himself, or told to others. Every little hurt, and all the great hurts. Each one was pulled out of him, detail by detail, inch by inch. The demon stripped away the cover of forgetfulness, stripped everything down to truth, and it hurt more than anything.

A library is a place that is a repository of information and gives every citizen equal access to it. That includes health information. And mental health information. It's a community space. It's a place of safety, a haven from the world.

Mr. Vandemar showed them his teeth, demonstrating his sunny and delightful disposition. It was unquestionably the most horrible thing Richard had ever seen.

Stories may well be lies, but they are good lies that say true things, and which can sometimes pay the rent.

I would not wish to marry someone who had already been married. It would be,' she opined, 'like having someone else break in one's own pony.

We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, cover them in bright lies or with the thick dust of forgetfulness.

Classic authors should be older than I am, and wiser, and on-top of all their deadlines.

You get on with your own life. Lettie gave it to you. You just have to grow up and try and be worth it.

Somebody said that writers are like otters... Otters, if they do a trick and you give them a fish, the next time they'll do a better trick or a different trick because they'd already done that one. And writers tend to be otters. Most of us get pretty bored doing the same trick. We've done it, so let's do something different.

There's never been a true war that wasn't fought between two sets of people who were certain they were in the right. The really dangerous people believe they are doing whatever they are doing solely and only because it is without question the right thing to do. And that is what makes them dangerous.

Too much talking these days. Talk talk talk. This country would get along much better if people learned how to suffer in silence.

Fiction gives us empathy: it puts us inside the minds of other people, gives us the gifts of seeing the world through their eyes. Fiction is a lie that tells us true things, over and over.

One thing I've learned: you can know anything, it's all there, you just have to find it.

The only people I ever get irritated with are the ones who announce, using my Twitter handle, that they are no longer following me and why.

Real life doesn't have to be convincing, but fiction does.

I'm a fairly undisciplined writer.

Goodbyes are overrated.

I love writing in longhand. Writing in longhand, I think, is a marvelous thing to do for a writer these days. If you have a notebook and a nice pen you can go off somewhere, you can write that's solar powered. You can drop it or get it wet and pretty much all of your work will continue to be there. If you suddenly decide to look up a word or check a reference you will not look up four hours later, blinking, finding yourself somehow in the middle of an Ebay auction you never had any plans to be part of.

I remembered that, and, remembering that, I remembered everything.

The world is always ending, for someone.

My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you.