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Neil Gaiman Quotes - Page 16

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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.

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.

Lying, Dust, Credit

Neil Gaiman (2011). “American Gods”, p.309, Hachette UK

And did I pass?" The face of the old woman on my right was unreadable in the gathering dusk. On my left the younger woman said, "You don't pass or fail at being a person, dear.

Gathering, Faces, Failing

There was once a young man who wished to gain his Heart’s Desire.

Heart, Men, Desire

Neil Gaiman “Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess' Stardust #1”, Vertigo

The best advice I can give on this is, once it's done, to put it away until you can read it with new eyes. Finish the short story, print it out, then put it in a drawer and write other things. When you're ready, pick it up and read it, as if you've never read it before. If there are things you aren't satisfied with as a reader, go in and fix them as a writer: that's revision.

Writing, Eye, Giving

Start telling the stories that only you can tell, because there'll always be better writers than you and there'll always be smarter writers than you. There will always be people who are much better at doing this or doing that - but you are the only you.

Inspiring, People, Creating Art

A short story is the ultimate close-up magic trick -- a couple of thousand words to take you around the universe or break your heart.

Couple, Heart, Magic

If you are pointing out one of the things a story is about, then you are very probably right; if you are pointing out the only thing a story is about you are very probably wrong - even if you're the author.

Writing, Stories, Ifs

Nothing’s changed. You’ll go home. You’ll be bored. You’ll be ignored. No one will listen to you, really listen to you. You’re too clever and too quiet for them to understand. They don’t even get your name right.

Clever, Home, Names

Neil Gaiman (2012). “Coraline”, p.142, Bloomsbury Publishing

There are people who think that things that happen in fiction do not really happen. These people are wrong.

Thinking, People, Fiction

Neil Gaiman (2016). “The View from the Cheap Seats: Selected Nonfiction”, p.381, Hachette UK

Books smell and feel better. They have that wonderful thingness of turning the pages.

Book, Feel Better, Smell

People tend to find books when they are ready for them.

Book, People, Ready

Finish what you're writing. Whatever you have to do to finish it, finish it.

Writing

"Ten rules for writing fiction" by Elmore Leonard, Diana Athill, Margaret Atwood, Roddy Doyle, Helen Dunmore, Geoff Dyer, Anne Enright, Richard Ford, Jonathan Franzen, Esther Freud, Neil Gaiman, David Hare, PD James and AL Kennedy, www.theguardian.com. February 19, 2010.

Black as night, sweet as sin.

Sweet, Coffee, Night

Neil Gaiman (2011). “American Gods”, p.64, Hachette UK

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

Bravery, Scared, Coraline

Neil Gaiman (2012). “Coraline”, p.69, A&C Black

I'm writing. The pages are starting to stack up. My morale is improving the more I feel like a writer.

Writing, Pages, Starting

Bod quite liked crows. He thought they were funny and he liked the way they helped to keep the graveyard tidy.

Crow, Way, Graveyard

Neil Gaiman (2009). “The Graveyard Book”, p.33, A&C Black

The boy had the towering arrogance only seen in the greatest of artists and all nine-year-old boys.

Artist, Boys, Years

There was nowhere they could have gone and they went there anyway.

Gone

And, selfish and scared, I wonder how much more he has to give.

Selfish, Giving, Scared

Neil Gaiman (2008). “M Is for Magic”, HarperCollins

It has occasionally been remarked upon that it is as easy to overlook something large and obvious as it is to overlook something small and niggling, and that the large things one overlooks often cause problems.

Causes, Problem, Easy

Neil Gaiman (2007). “Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess's Stardust: Being a Romance Within the Realms of Faerie”, Vertigo

I feel like I am involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a dealer who won't tell me the rules, and who smiles all the time.

Dark, Dice, Cards

So, you figure they won't notice you're back?" sneered the marquis. "Just, 'oh look, there's another angel, here, grab a harp and on with the hosannas'?

Angel, Looks, Harps

Oh- my twitchy witchy girl I think you are so nice, I give you bowls of porridge And I give you bowls of ice Cream. I give you lots of kisses, And I give lots of hugs, But I never give you sandwiches With bugs In.

Girl, Nice, Kissing

Neil Gaiman (2012). “Coraline”, p.187, A&C Black

What makes you think I'm giving you a ride?” “Because I'm a damsel in distress,” she said. “And you are a knight in whatever. A really dirty car.

Dirty, Thinking, Knights

So, having found a lady, could you not have come to her aid, or left her alone? Why drag her into your foolishness?' 'Love,' he explained. She looked at him with eyes the blue of the sky. 'I hope you choke on it,' she said, flatly.

Eye, Blue, Sky

Neil Gaiman “Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess' Stardust #3”, Vertigo

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