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Neil Gaiman Quotes - Page 25

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Birds are the last of the dinosaurs. Tiny velociraptors with wings. Devouring defenseless wiggly things and, and nuts, and fish, and, and other birds. They get the early worms. And have you ever watched a chicken eat?

Birds are the last of the dinosaurs. Tiny velociraptors with wings. Devouring defenseless wiggly things and, and nuts, and fish, and, and other birds. They get the early worms. And have you ever watched a chicken eat? They may look innocent, but birds are, well, they're vicious.

Nuts, Wings, Bird

Neil Gaiman (2010). “Anansi Boys”, p.152, Hachette UK

It would have been hard for Fat Charlie to say exactly when the accumulation of birds on the wire mesh moved from interesting to terrifying. It was somewhere in the first hundred or so, anyway. And it was in the way they didn't coo, or caw, or trill, or song. They simply landed on the wire, and they watched him.

Song, Interesting, Bird

What need, Dunstan wondered, could someone have of the storm-filled eggshells?

Storm, Needs, Eggshells

Neil Gaiman (2009). “Stardust”, p.12, Harper Collins

He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.

Running, Coward, Events

Neil Gaiman (2009). “Neverwhere: A Novel”, p.13, Harper Collins

There are only two worlds - your world, which is the real world, and other worlds, the fantasy. Worlds like this are worlds of the human imagination: their reality, or lack of reality, is not important. What is important is that they are there. these worlds provide an alternative. Provide an escape. Provide a threat. Provide a dream, and power; provide refuge, and pain. They give your world meaning. They do not exist; and thus they are all that matters.

Dream, Pain, Real

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.

War, Animal, People

I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.

Lying, Believe, Littles

"American Gods" by Neil Gaiman, (Ch. 13), 2001.

However you must have sensed a lurking 'but' skulking beneath my happy, blithe, and chipper exterior. A minuscule vexation, like the teeniest lump of raw liver sticking to the inside of my boot.

Boots, Vexation, Blithe

The Marquis sighed. "I thought it was just a legend," he said. "Like the alligators in the sewers of New York City." Old Bailey nodded, sagely: "What, the big white buggers? They're down there. I had a friend lost a head to one of them." A moment of silence. Old Naeiley handed the statue back to the Marquis. Then he raised his hand, and snapped it, like a crocodile hand, at the Carabas. "It was OK," gurned Old Bailey with a grin that was most terrible to behold. "He had another.

New York, Hands, Cities

There was something about being in the vicinity of Grahame Coats that always made Fat Charlie (a) speak in cliches and (b) begin to daydream about huge black helicopters first opening fire upon, then dropping buckets of flaming napalm onto the offices of the Grahame Coats agency. Fat Charlie would not be in the office in those daydreams. He would be sitting in a chair outside a little cafe on the other side of Aldwych, sipping a frothy coffee and occasionally cheering at an exceptionally well-flung bucket of napalm.

Cheer, Coffee, Fire

Neil Gaiman (2005). “Anansi Boys”

Stories are made up by people who make them up. If they work, they get retold. There's the magic of it.

People, Magic, Stories

October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or of shutting a book, did not end a tale. Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.

Book, Reading, Garden

I'm not blessed, or merciful. I'm just me. I've got a job to do, and I do it. Listen: even as we're talking, I'm there for old and young, innocent and guilty, those who die together and those who die alone. I'm in cars and boats and planes; in hospitals and forests and abbatoirs. For some folks death is a release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.

Jobs, Blessed, Talking

"The Sandman: Dream Country". Comic book by Neil Gaiman, 1990.

Rules and responsibilities: these are the ties that bind us. We do what we do, because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves. I will do what I have to do. And I will do what I must.

Responsibility, Ties, Who We Are

My very small part in WATCHMEN is that, every now and then, Alan would phone me: ''Neil, you're an educated man. Where does it say...'' He would need a quote from the Bible, or an essay about owls. I was his occasional research assistant.

Men, Phones, Owl

Everybody going to be dead one day, just give them time.

Death, Patience, Giving

Neil Gaiman (2009). “Anansi Boys”, p.21, Harper Collins

That's the trouble with you young people. You think because you ain't been here long, you know everything. In my life I already forgot more than you ever know.

Thinking, Long, People

Neil Gaiman (2005). “Anansi Boys”

Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; that witches are often betrayed by their appetites; dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always; hearts can be well-hidden, and you can betray them with your tongue. (from "Instructions")

Heart, Sleep, Dragons

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

For tea she went down to see Misses Spink and Forcible. She had three digestive biscuits, a glass of limeade, and a cup of weak tea. The limeade was very interesting. It didn't taste anything like limes. It tasted bright green and vaguely chemical. Coraline liked it enormously. She wished they had it at home. "How are your dear mother and father?" asked Miss Spink. "Missing," said Coraline. "I haven't seen either of them since yesterday. I'm on my own. I think I've probably become a single child family.

Mother, Children, Father

Neil Gaiman (2013). “Coraline”, p.60, A&C Black

A novel seemed the easiest way to get what I had had in my head into the inside of other people's heads. Books are good that way.

Book, People, Way

Human beings do not like being pushed about by gods. They may seem to, on the surface, but somewhere on the inside, underneath it all, they sense it, and they resent it.

May, Surface, Resent

You'll think this is a bit silly, but I'm a bit--well, I have a thing about birds." "What, a phobia?" "Sort of." "Well, that's the common term for an irrational fear of birds." "What do they call a rational fear of birds, then?

Silly, Thinking, Bird

Belinda stared into the fire for some time, thinking about what she had in her life, and what she had given up; and whether it would be worse to love someone who was no longer there, or not to love someone who was.

Thinking, Fire, Would Be

Neil Gaiman (2009). “Smoke and Mirrors: Short Fictions and Illusions”, p.16, Harper Collins

Adventures are all very well in their place, but there's a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.

Pain, Adventure, Meals

Neil Gaiman “Neil Gaiman and Charles Vess' Stardust #4”, Vertigo

Have been unavoidably detained by the world. Expect us when you see us.

World, Has Beens

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