Neil Gaiman Quotes

My grandpa sells condoms to sailors
He punctures the tips with a pin
My grandma does back-street abortions
My God how the money rolls in.

There was reality and there was reality; and some things were more real than others.

Potentially evil. Potentially good, too, I suppose. Just this huge powerful potentiality waiting to be shaped.

We are small but we are many, we are many we are small; we were here before you rose, we will be here when you fall.

Because,' she said, 'when you're scared but you still do it anyway, that's brave.

I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.

I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.

I tweet, therefore my entire life has shrunk to 140 character chunks of instant event and predigested gnomic wisdom. And swearing.

We build the stories in our heads. We take words, and we give them power, and we look out through other eyes, and we see, and experience, what others see. I wonder, Are fictions safe places? And then I ask myself, Should they be safe places?

He said nothing: seldom do those who are silent make mistakes.

We often confuse what we wish for with what is.

Not only are there no happy endings,' she told him, 'there aren't even any endings.

Terry Pratchett and I met in February 1985, in a Chinese restaurant. I was a young journalist. He was a former journalist and Electricity Board PR, and a writer who had just published his second Discworld novel. I was the first journalist who had ever interviewed him. I remember we made each other laugh a lot. We laughed at the same things. We became friends. It was easy.

Only the phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost.

Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s true of everybody.