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Neil Gaiman Quotes - Page 26

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It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers.

It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers.

Wall, Nails, Pieces

If you were to try and pick him out of a group of boys, you’d be wrong. He’d be the other one. Over at the side. The one your eye slipped over.

Eye, Boys, Trying

Neil Gaiman (2009). “Fragile Things: Short Fictions and Wonders”, p.35, Harper Collins

An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.

Fall, Angel, Good Omens

Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett (2011). “Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch”, p.8, Harper Collins

I knowed a man in Paphlagonia who'd swallow a live snake every morning, when he got up. He used to say, he was certain of one thing, that nothing worse would happen to him all day. 'Course they made him eat a bowlful of hairy centipedes before they hung him, so maybe that claim was a bit presumptive.

Morning, Men, Snakes

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

Tristan and Yvaine were happy together. Not forever-after, for Time, the thief, eventually takes all things into his dusty storehouse, but they were happy, as these things go, for a long while

Long, Forever, Together

Nice' in a bodyguard is about as useful as the ability to regurgitate whole lobsters.

Nice, Lobster, Ability

"Neverwhere". www.imdb.com. 1996.

Coraline shivered. She preferred her other mother to have a location: if she were nowhere, then she could be anywhere. And, after all, it is always easier to be afraid of something you cannot see.

Mother, Fear, Location

Neil Gaiman (2012). “Coraline”, p.113, A&C Black

Where does contagion end and art begin?

Art, Doe, Ends

Nathan Ballingrud, Laird Barron, Polenth Blake, Leah Bobet, Das Indrapramit (2015). “The Humanity of Monsters”, p.172, ChiZine

25 And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the eastern gate, saying 'Where is the flaming sword that was given unto thee?' 26 And the Angel said, 'I had it here only a moment ago, I must have put it down some where, forget my own head next.' 27 And the Lord did not ask him again.

Angel, Next, Forget

All your questions can be answered, if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.

Novelists, Unanswered Questions, Answers

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

It begins, as most things begin, with a song.

Song

Neil Gaiman (2009). “Anansi Boys”, p.6, Harper Collins

Richard did not believe in angels, he never had. He was damned if he was going to start now. Still, it was much easier not to believe in something when it was not actually looking directly at you and saying your name.

Believe, Angel, Names

Name the different kinds of people,’ said Miss Lupescu. ‘Now.’ Bod thought for a moment. ‘The living,’ he said. ‘Er. The dead.’ He stopped. Then, ‘... Cats?’ he offered, uncertainly.

Cat, Names, People

Neil Gaiman (2009). “The Graveyard Book”, p.43, A&C Black

I think I've got Fear down, but how do I take it all the way up to Terror?

Thinking, Way, Terror

If you want to call it that. But it is a very specific sort of magic. There's a magic you take from death. Something leaves the world, something else comes into it.

Magic, World, Want

Neil Gaiman (2009). “The Graveyard Book”, p.167, A&C Black

Because there are mysteries. Because there are things that people are forbidden to speak about. Because there are things they do not remember.

People, Remember, Mystery

Neil Gaiman (2009). “The Graveyard Book”, p.101, A&C Black

Soon enough his head would be swimming with tales of derring-do and high adventure, tales of beautiful maidens kissed, of evildoers shot with pistols or fought with swords, of bags of gold, of diamonds as big as the tip of your thumb, of lost cities and of vast mountains, of steam-trains and clipper ships, of pampas, oceans, deserts, tundra.

Beautiful, Ocean, Adventure

Neil Gaiman (2009). “The Graveyard Book”, p.182, A&C Black

He was walking into Faerie, in search of a fallen star, with no idea how he would find the star, nor how to keep himself safe and whole as he tried. He looked back and fancied that he could see the lights of Wall behind him, wavering and glimmering as if in a heat-haze, but still inviting.

Stars, Wall, Light

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

It doesn't matter that you didn't believe in us," said Mr. Ibis. "We believed in you.

Believe, Matter, Said

He was alone in the darkness once more, but the darkness became brighter and brighter until it was burning like the sun.

Darkness, Burning, Sun

I watch my heart disappearing into her rosebud mouth. My Valentine's jest somehow seems less funny.

Valentine, Heart, Watches

I wonder if I shall ever see her again, and I realize that I scarcely care. I can feel the sheets beneath me, and the cold air on my chest. I feel fine. I feel absolutely fine. I feel nothing at all.

Air, Care, Cold

Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognizable after a snowfall; that is that she has made of my life.

Lying, Fall, Snow

EVERY ENDING IS A NEW BEGINNING. YOUR LUCKY NUMBER IS NONE. YOUR LUCKY COLOUR IS DEAD. Motto: LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON.

Father, New Beginnings, Son

The ducks in St James's Park are so used to being fed bread by secret agents meeting clandestinely that they have developed their own Pavlovian reaction. Put a St James's Park duck in a laboratory cage and show it a picture of two men -- one usually wearing a coat with a fur collar, the other something sombre with a scarf -- and it'll look up expectantly.

Men, Two, Ducks

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