Quotes from Neil Gaiman

"Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind, Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind, Now slip, now slide, now move unseen, Above, beneath, betwixt, between." Something huge touched him, brushed him from head to feet, and he shivered. His hair prickled, and his skin was all gooseflesh.

I would like to see anyone, prophet, king or God, convince a thousand cats to do the same thing at the same time.

We often confuse what we wish for with what is.

People believe, thought Shadow. It's what people do. They believe, and then they do not take responsibility for their beliefs; they conjure things, and do not trust the conjuration. People populate the darkness; with ghost, with gods, with electrons, with tales. People imagine, and people believe; and it is that rock solid belief, that makes things happen.

The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.

Black as night, sweet as sin.

You've a good heart. Sometimes that's enough to see you safe wherever you go. But mostly, it's not.

You don't get explanations in real life. You just get moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd.

Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.

I liked myths. They weren't adult stories and they weren't children's stories. They were better than that. They just were.

You're alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you can change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you're dead, it's gone. Over. You've made what you've made, dreamed your dream, written your name. You may be buried here, you may even walk. But that potential is finished.

Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.

Honestly, if you're given the choice between Armageddon or tea, you don't say 'what kind of tea?

25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying 'Where is the flaming sword that was given unto thee?' 26 And the Angel said, 'I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down some where, forget my own head next.' 27 And the Lord did not ask him again.

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

Great, big, serious novels always get awards. If it's a battle between a great, big, serious novel and a funny novel, the funny novel is doomed.

It is a fool's prerogative to utter truths that no one else will speak.

Anyone who believes what a cat tells him deserves all he gets.

She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.

Most people don't realize how important librarians are. I ran across a book recently which suggested that the peace and prosperity of a culture was solely related to how many librarians it contained. Possibly a slight overstatement. But a culture that doesn't value its librarians doesn't value ideas and without ideas, well, where are we?

Death and Famine and War and Pollution continued biking towards Tadfield. And Grievous Bodily Harm, Cruelty To Animals, Things Not Working Properly Even After You've Given Them A Good Thumping but secretly No Alcohol Lager, and Really Cool People travelled with them.

Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.

There's a glorious sense of freedom in comedy, just allowing myself to tell jokes, allowing myself to interrupt myself and tell old African folk stories that I made up - or didn't - and Jamaican stories.

You can't trust other people. If it's important, you have to do it yourself.