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Neil Gaiman Quotes - Page 21

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You made peace,” said the buffalo man. “You took our words and made them your own. They never understood that they were here—and the people who worshiped them were here—because it suits us that they are here. But we can

You made peace,” said the buffalo man. “You took our words and made them your own. They never understood that they were here—and the people who worshiped them were here—because it suits us that they are here. But we can change our minds. And perhaps we will.

Men, People, Mind

Neil Gaiman (2011). “American Gods”, p.350, Hachette UK

I don't think about age groups when I write, although I think if I know I'm writing for Children I'll be a bit more ambitious, and think more about every word, because I know that they pay closer attention when they read than adults do.

Children, Writing, Thinking

"National Book Festival: Novelist and Comics Author Neil Gaiman". The Washington Post Interview, www.washingtonpost.com. September 24, 2008.

Yes. Growing up is highly overrated. Just be an author.

Growing Up, Growing, Overrated

When I was young, I was reading anything and anything I could lay my hands on. I was a veracious-to-the-point-of-insane reader.

Reading, Hands, Insane

"Neil Gaiman on libraries, Dr Who, fanatical fans and his dreams" by Michael MacLeod, www.theguardian.com. August 17, 2011.

I am anti-life, the Beast of Judgment. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds…of everything. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?" "I am hope.

Dark, World, Judgment

What power would Hell have if those imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?

Dream, Heaven, Able

"Some things may change," said Wednesday, abruptly. "People, however... People stay the same."

People, May, Said

"American Gods". Book by Neil Gaiman, June 19, 2001.

I don't know much more than I did when I was alive. Most of the stuff I know now that I didn't know then I can't put into words.

Alive, Stuff, Knows

Neil Gaiman (2011). “American Gods”, p.55, Hachette UK

I just want you to know,' said the girl, coldly, 'that whoever you are and whatever you intend with me, I shall give you no aid of any kind, nor shall I assist you, and I shall do whatever is in my power to frustrate your plans and devices.' And then she added, with feeling, 'Idiot.

Girl, Giving, Feelings

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

When you say words a lot they don't mean anything. Or maybe they don't mean anything anyway, and we just think they do.

Mean, Thinking, Sandman

"The Sandman: Brief Lives". Comic book series by Neil Gaiman, 1992 - 1993.

Writer advice... Write. Finish things. Go for walks. Read a lot & outside your comfort zone. Stay interested. Daydream. Write.

Writing, Advice, Comfort

If not for Death, they’d be content to simply exist, but with Death, well, their lives will have meaning — a boundary beyond which the living cannot cross.

Boundaries, Crosses, Wells

Neil Gaiman (2010). “Smoke and Mirrors”, p.253, Hachette UK

It seemed to Coraline that it was crouching, and staring down at her, as if it were not really a house but only the idea of a house—and the person who had had the idea, she was certain, was not a good person.

Ideas, House, Good Person

Neil Gaiman (2012). “Coraline”, p.125, A&C Black

Now me,” said Mr. Vandemar. “What number am I thinking of?” “I beg your pardon?” “What number am I thinking of?” repeated Mr. Vandemar. “It’s between one and a lot,” he added, helpfully.

Thinking, Numbers, Pardon

How old are you?" asked Door. Richard was pleased she had asked; he would never have dared. "As old as my tongue," said Hunter, primly, "and a little older than my teeth.

Doors, Teeth, Hunters

Neil Gaiman (2010). “Neverwhere”, p.126, Hachette UK

He stared down at the golden curls of the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel of the Bottomless Pit, Great Beast that is called Dragon, Prince of This World, Father of Lies, Spawn of Satan, and Lord of Darkness. "You know," he concluded, after a while, "I think he actually looks like an Adam.

Kings, Father, Lying

Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett (2011). “Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch”, p.42, Harper Collins

I felt very much like a hooker who had just been told she was a lady of the evening.

Evening, Felt

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.

Sweet, Men, Flesh

Neil Gaiman (2011). “American Gods”, p.81, Hachette UK

The past is always knocking at the door, trying to break through into today.

Past, Doors, Break Through

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.

Writing, Ideas, Way

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.

Thinking, Mad, Gone

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.

Mother, Wall, Eye

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.

Fiction, Stuff, Pot

"Fair Use and other things". Personal blog post, journal.neilgaiman.com. April 19, 2008.

You know what killed off the dinosaurs, Whateley? We did. In one barbecue.

Dinosaurs, Barbecue, Knows

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.

Good Night, Men, Two

Neil Gaiman (2010). “Neverwhere”, p.75, Hachette UK

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