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Neil Gaiman Quotes - Page 27

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Many phenomena - wars, plagues, sudden audits - have been advanced as evidence for the hidden hand of Satan in the affairs of Man, but whenever students of demonology get together the M25 London orbital motorway is

Many phenomena - wars, plagues, sudden audits - have been advanced as evidence for the hidden hand of Satan in the affairs of Man, but whenever students of demonology get together the M25 London orbital motorway is generally agreed to be among the top contenders for exhibit A.

War, Men, Hands

Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett (2011). “Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch”, p.15, Harper Collins

He..." Richard began. "The marquis. Well, you know, to be honest, he seems a little bit dodgy to me." Door stopped. The steps dead-ended in a rough brick wall. "Mm," she agreed. "He's a little bit dodgy in the same way that rats are a little bit covered in fur.

Wall, Doors, Fur

I have no plans to love you," said Coraline. "No matter what. You can't make me love you.

Love You, Matter, Coraline

Neil Gaiman (2012). “Coraline”, p.91, A&C Black

Have you ever spent days and days and days making up flavors of ice cream that no one's ever eaten before? Like chicken and telepone ice cream? Green mouse ice cream was the worst. I didn't like that at all.

Ice Cream, Flavor, Green

And then he'd tried to become an official Atheist and hadn't got the rock-hard self-satisfied strength of belief even for that.

Atheist, Rocks, Self

It's not sipping wine. It's a mourning wine. You drain it. Like this.

Wine, Mourning, Drains

Neil Gaiman (2005). “Anansi Boys”

This is a roadside attraction,' said Wednesday. 'One of the finest. Which means it is a place of power.

Mean, Finest, Said

Neil Gaiman (2011). “American Gods”, p.88, Hachette UK

Names come and names go.

Names

Neil Gaiman (2011). “American Gods”, p.306, Hachette UK

I don't think it would be fun to write after inhaling art fumes. (What are art fumes?) No, I just make stuff up. It's easier that way.

Art, Fun, Writing

You don't have to test everything to destruction just to see if you made it right.

Tests, Destruction, Made

Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett (2011). “Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch”, p.46, Harper Collins

When most people said "I'm psychic, you see," they meant "I have an overactive but unoriginal imagination/wear black nail varnish/talk to my budgie;" when Anathema said it, it sounded as though she was admitting to a hereditary disease which she'd much prefer not to have.

Psychics, People, Imagination

"Good Omens". Novel by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, 1990.

All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone, We must speak of other matters, You can be me when I'm gone Flowers gathered in the morning, Afternoon they blossom on, Still are withered in the evening, You can be me when I'm gone.

Morning, Flower, Darkness

Jesus. Low-Key Lyesmith," said Shadow. and then he heard what he was saying and he understood. "Loki," he said. "Loki Lie-smith." "You're slow," said Loki, "but you get there in the end." And his lips twisted into a scarred smile and the embers danced in the shadows of his eyes.

Jesus, Lying, Eye

They were having an argument as old and comfortable as an armchair, the kind of argument that no one ever really wins or loses but which can go on forever, if both parties are willing.

Party, Winning, Forever

Neil Gaiman (2012). “Coraline”, p.22, A&C Black

You know I love you,' said the other mother flatly. 'You have a very funny way of showing it,' said Coraline.

Mother, Love You, Way

Neil Gaiman (2012). “Coraline”, p.154, A&C Black

This is the only country in the world, that worries about what it is. The rest of them know what they are. No one ever needs to go searching for the heart of Norway. Or looks for the soul of Mozambique. They know what they are.

Country, Heart, Worry

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

The cat looked as if it were about to say something sarcastic. Then it flicked its whiskers and said, "Challenge her. There's no guarantee she'll play fair, but her kind of thing loves games and challenges.

Sarcastic, Cat, Games

Neil Gaiman (2012). “Coraline”, p.76, A&C Black

Fear is contagious. You can catch it. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to say that they're scared for the fear to become real. Mo was terrified, and now Nick was too.

Real, Scared, Sometimes

Neil Gaiman (2009). “The Graveyard Book”, p.115, A&C Black

The only ones who ever come here from your lands are the minstrels, and the lovers, and the mad. And you don't look like much of a minstrel, and you're— pardon me for saying so lad, but it's true— ordinary as cheese crumbs. So it's love if you ask me.

Land, Mad, Ordinary

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

But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?

Coraline, Spider Web, Walks

Neil Gaiman (2012). “Coraline”, p.88, Bloomsbury Publishing

Actually I didn't shoot a man in Reno just to watch him die, but he could tell I was extremely cross.

Men, Watches, Crosses

It is neither fair nor unfair, Nobody Owens. It simply is

Unfair, Fairs

Neil Gaiman (2009). “The Graveyard Book”, p.39, A&C Black

So the day became one of waiting, which was, he knew, a sin: moments were to be experienced; waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregarding.

Waiting, Sin, Moments

To be a good writer... read a lot and write every day.

Writing, Good Writers

I guess it's just another one of life's little mysteries." "I'm tired of mysteries." "Yeah? I think they add a kind of zest to the world. Like salt in a stew.

Tired, Thinking, Zest

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