Neil Gaiman

New Orleans is a real place, which is more than I can say about most of the cities I’ve lived in, but it’s not a safe place, not a friendly one.

I don't think you should ever insult people unintentionally: if you're doing it, you ought to mean it.

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes...you're Doing Something.

Then, one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...you give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.

Words save our lives, sometimes.

I wondered where the illusion of the second moon had come from, but I only wondered for a moment, and then I dismissed it from my thoughts. Perhaps it was an afterimage, I decided, or a ghost: something that had stirred in my mind, for a moment, so powerfully that I believed it to be real, but now was gone, and faded into the past like a memory forgotten, or a shadow into the dusk.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.

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

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