Neil Gaiman

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I felt very much like a hooker who had just been told she was a lady of the evening.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Evening
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That is the eternal folly of man. To be chasing after the sweet flesh, without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones.
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Collection: Sweet
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He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss anyone else again.
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Collection: Good Night
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The past is always knocking at the door, trying to break through into today.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Past
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I always wanted to be a writer, but Alan Moore's work and help inspired me to write comics. In some ways the biggest influence on me writing was Punk. There was the idea that you could do something by simply doing it.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Writing
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Sexton: I think the whole world's gone mad. Death: Uh-uh. It's always like this. You probably just don't get out enough.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Thinking
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How big are souls anyway?" asked Coraline. The other mother sat down at the kitchen table and leaned against the back wall, saying nothing. She picked at her teeth with a long crimson-varnished fingernail, then she tapped the finger, gently, tap-tap-tap against the polished black surface of her black button eyes.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Mother
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Genre fiction, as Terry Pratchett has pointed out, is a stew. You take stuff out of the pot, you put stuff back. The stew bubbles on.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Fiction
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You know what killed off the dinosaurs, Whateley? We did. In one barbecue.
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Collection: Dinosaurs
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Young man," he said, "understand this: there are two Londons. There's London Above―that's where you lived―and then there's London Below―the Underside―inhabited by the people who fell through the cracks in the world. Now you're one of them. Good night.
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Collection: Good Night
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Something feels weird," he told Laura. That wasn't the first thing he said to her. The first thing was "I love you," because it's a good thing to say if you can mean it, and Shadow did.
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Collection: Love You
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Writing fiction is not a profession that leaves one well-disposed toward reading fiction. One starts out loving books and stories, and then one becomes jaded and increasingly hard to please. I read less and less fiction these days, finding the buzz and the joy I used to get from fiction in ever stranger works of non-fiction, or poetry.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Book
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It's not what I'd want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant me somewhere warm. And then when the pretty women walk over my grave I would grab their ankles, like in that movie.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Funeral
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If I come back, it will be a place, but it won't be a home any longer.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Home
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Richard opened his hand, and the key stared up at him from his palm. "By my crooked teeth," asked Richard, remembering, "who am I?
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Keys
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Eyes as black and as shiny as chips of obsidian stared back into his. They were eyes like black holes, letting nothing out, not even information.
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Collection: Eye
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Adult helplessness destroys children. Or it forces them to become tiny adults of their own.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Children
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I know not whether you came to me or I to you. Not whether it was a dream, asleep or awake. I am lost in the darkness of a downcast heart. Dream or reality. Let it be decided tonight.
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Collection: Dream
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I 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.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Stars
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The Doctor: Sorry, do you have a name? Idris: Seven hundred years and finally he asks. The Doctor: But what do I call you? Idris: I think you call me... Sexy? The Doctor: [embarrassed] Only when we're alone. Idris: We are alone. The Doctor: Oh. Come on then, Sexy.
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Collection: Sexy
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Amy: This time can we... lose the bunk beds? The Doctor: No Bunk beds are cool, a bed with a ladder, you can't beat that!
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Collection: Doctors
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The young man shivered. He rolled the stock themes of fantasy over in his mind: cars and stockbrokers and commuters, housewives and police, agony columns and commercials for soap, income tax and cheap restaurants, magazines and credit cards and streetlights and computers... 'It is escapism, true,' he said, aloud. 'But is not the highest impulse in mankind the urge toward freedom, the drive to escape?
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Collection: Men
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Writers are liars my dear, surely you know that by now?
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Liars
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In every way that counted, I was dead. Inside somewhere maybe I was screaming and weeping and howling like an animal, but that was another person deep inside, another person who had no access to the lips and face and mouth and head, so on the surface I just shrugged and smile and kept moving. If I could have physically passed away, just let it all go, like that, without doing anything, stepped out of life as easily as walking through a door I would have done. But I was going to sleep at night and waking in the morning, disappointed to be there and resigned to existence.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Morning
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Biting's excellent. It's like kissing - only there is a winner.
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Collection: Kissing
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Yes. We both have a bad feeling. Tonight we shall take our bad feelings and share them, and face them. We shall mourn. We shall drain the bitter dregs of mortality. Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled, but halved. No man is an island.
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Collection: Brother
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Words can be worrisome, poeple complex, motives and manners unclear, grant her the wisdom to choose her path right, free from unkindness and fear.
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Collection: Path
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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 one.' Delirium: 'Oh. I thought maybe there was.'
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Collection: Dream
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And, too ignorant to be scared, too young to be awed, Tristan Thorn traveled beyond the fields we know.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Ignorant
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CHOW^TM contained spun, plaited, and woven protein molecules, capped and coded, carefully designed to be ignored by even the most ravenous digestive tract enzymes; no-cal sweeteners; mineral oils replacing vegetable oils; fibrous materials, colorings, and flavorings. The end result was a foodstuff almost indistinguishable from any other except for two things. Firstly, the price, which was slightly higher, and secondly, the nutritional content, which was roughly equivalent to that of a Sony Walkman.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Vegetables
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HERE ARE YOUR INSTRUCTIONS, CROWLEY. And suddenly he knew. He hated that. They could just as easily have told him, they didn't suddenly have to drop chilly knowledge straight into his brain.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Brain
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The cartoon me writes the books cartoon people read in the cartoon world, because they need things to read there too.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Book
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It’s easier to kill people, when you’re dead yourself. I mean, it’s not such a big deal. You’re not so prejudiced any more.
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Collection: Mean
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I think there are several aspects of our marraige we're going to have to work on." "Babes," he told her. "You're dead." "That's one of those aspects, obviously.
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Collection: Thinking
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Nothing [the demon] could think up was half as bad as the stuff [people] thought up themselves. They seemed to have a talent for it. It was built into their design somehow. They were born into a world that was against them in a thousand little ways, and then devoted most of their energies to making it worse.
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Collection: Thinking
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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?
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Mother
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I think if you decide that any book is about Only One Thing you're probably wrong. Even if that thing is in there.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Book
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He would go somewhere no one knew him, and he would sit in a library all day and read books and listen to people breathing.
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Collection: Book
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Spider venom comes in many forms. It can often take a long while to discover the full effects of the bite. Naturalists have pondered this for years: there are spiders whose bite can cause the place bitten to rot and to die, sometimes more than a year after it was bitten. As to why spiders do this, the answer is simple. It's because spiders think this is funny, and they don't want you ever to forget them.
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Collection: Thinking
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There's nothing for getting you good fast like having to be good fast, if that makes any sense.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Be Good
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The end of the story of Batman is he's dead. Because, in the end, the Batman dies. What else am I going to do? Retire and play golf? It doesn't work that way. It can't. I fight until I drop. And one day, I will drop.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Fighting
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I'll find you. Don't worry. Just be on your own and I'll find you.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Worry
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Well meaning adults can easily destroy a child's love of reading - do not discourage children from reading because you feel they're reading the wrong thing. There is no such thing as the wrong thing to be reading and no bad fiction for kids.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Children
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The lower you start, the more opportunities you have.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Opportunity
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It used to be thought that the events that changed the world were things like big bombs, maniac politicians, huge earthquakes, or vast population movements, but it has now been realized that this is a very old-fashioned view held by people totally out of touch with modern thought. The things that really change the world, according to Chaos theory, are the tiny things. A butterfly flaps its wings in the Amazonian jungle, and subsequently a storm ravages half of Europe.
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Collection: Butterfly
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May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Dream
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Books are the way that we communicate with the dead. The way that we learn lessons from those who are no longer with us, that humanity has built on itself, progressed, made knowledge incremental rather than something that has to be relearned, over and over. There are tales that are older than most countries, tales that have long outlasted the cultures and the buildings in which they were first told.
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Collection: Country
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When you die, they can make you into diamonds now. It’s scientific. That’s how I want to be remembered. I want to shine.
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Collection: Shining
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And there are always people who find their lives have become so unsupportable they believe the best thing they could do would be to hasten their transition to another plane of existence.' 'They kill themselves, you mean?' said Bod. [...] 'Indeed.' 'Does it work? Are they happier dead?' 'Sometimes. Mostly, no. It's like the people who believe they'll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn't work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.
- Neil Gaiman
Collection: Believe