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Neil Gaiman Quotes - Page 28

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Daisy looked up at him with the kind of expression that Jesus might have given someone who had just explained that he was probably allergic to bread and fishes, so could He possibly do him a quick chicken salad.

Daisy looked up at him with the kind of expression that Jesus might have given someone who had just explained that he was probably allergic to bread and fishes, so could He possibly do him a quick chicken salad.

Jesus, Expression, Might

Neil Gaiman (2005). “Anansi Boys”

They were kissing. Put like that, and you could be forgiven for presuming that this was a normal kiss, all lips and skin and possibly even a little tongue. You'd miss how he smiled, how his eyes glowed. And then, after the kiss was done, how he stood, like a man who had just discovered the art of standing and had figured out how to do it better than anyone else who would ever come along.

Art, Eye, Kissing

Neil Gaiman (2005). “Anansi Boys”

I'm bored," she said. "Learn how to tap-dance," he suggested, without turning around.

Bored, Said, Tap Dance

Neil Gaiman (2012). “Coraline”, p.21, A&C Black

Stories are webs, interconnected strand to strand, and you follow each story to the center, because the center is the end. Each person is a strand of the story.

Stories, Ends, Persons

Neil Gaiman (2005). “Anansi Boys”

Every hour wounds. The last one kills.

Lasts, Hours, American Gods

Neil Gaiman (2011). “American Gods”, p.49, Hachette UK

Shadow had heard too many people telling each other not to repress their feelings, to let their emotions out, let the pain go. Shadow thought there was a lot to be said for bottling up emotions. If you did it long enough and deep enough, he suspected, pretty soon you wouldn't feel anything at all.

Pain, Long, People

Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

Ideas, People, American Gods

"American Gods". Book by Neil Gaiman. Chapter 3, 2001.

We have to get the... the thing I got... to the Angel. And then he'll tell Door about her family, and he'll tell me how to get home." Lamia looked at Hunter with delight. "And he can give you brains," she said, cheerfully, "and me a heart.

Home, Heart, Angel

What's it like then?" asked Old Bailey. "Being dead?" The marquis sighed. And then he twisted his lips up into a smile, and with a glitter of his old self, he replied, "Live long enough, Old Bailey, and you can find out for yourself.

Self, Long, Glitter

It's like you said the other day," said Adam. "You grow up readin' about pirates and cowboys and spacemen and stuff, and jus' when you think the world's full of amazin' things, they tell you it's really all dead whales and chopped-down forests and nucular waste hangin' about for millions of years. 'Snot worth growin' up for, if you ask my opinion.

Growing Up, Cowboy, Thinking

The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names.

Memories, Heart, Names

Neil Gaiman (2012). “Coraline”, p.98, A&C Black

We...we could be friends.' We COULD be rare specimens of an exotic breed of dancing African elephants, but we're not. At least, I'M not.

Cat, Elephants, Dancing

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.

Lying, Believe, Games

"American Gods". Book by Neil Gaiman. Chapter 13, 2001.

Dreams are hopes, and echoes of hope.

Dream, Echoes

Nobody's seen Jesus in years.

Jesus, Years

I was not so old that I would deny my own senses.

Deny, My Own, Senses

Now Coraline," said Miss Spink, "what's your name?" "Coraline," said Coraline. "And we don't know each other, do we?" Coraline looked at the thin young woman with black button eyes and shook her head slowly.

Eye, Names, Missing

Neil Gaiman (2013). “Coraline”, p.50, A&C Black

I don't think you should ever insult people unintentionally: if you're doing it, you ought to mean it.

Mean, Thinking, People

Some of us claim that he was a messiah, and some think that he was just a man with very special powers. But that misses the point. Whatever he was, he changed the world.

Men, Thinking, Missing

I asked him if it were a mirage, and he said yes. I said it was a dream, and he agreed, But said it was the desert's dream not his. And he told me that in a year or so, when he had aged enough for any man, then he would walk into the wind, until he saw the tents. This time, he said, he would go on with them.

Dream, Men, Years

There are four simple ways for the observant to tell Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar apart: first, Mr. Vandemar is two and a half heads taller than Mr. Croup; second, Mr. Croup has eyes of a faded china blue, while Mr. Vandemar's eyes are brown; third, while Mr. Vandemar fashioned the rings he wears on his right hand out of the skulls of four ravens, Mr. Croup has no obvious jewelery; fourth, Mr. Croup likes words, while Mr. Vandemar is always hungry. Also, they look nothing at all alike.

Eye, Simple, Blue

Neil Gaiman (2009). “Neverwhere: A Novel”, p.7, Harper Collins

On the first day Coraline's family moved in, Miss Spink and Miss Forcible made a point of telling Coraline how dangerous the well was, and they warned her to be sure she kept away from it. So Coraline set off to explore for it, so that she knew where it was, to keep away from it properly.

Missing, Firsts, Coraline

Neil Gaiman (2012). “Coraline”, p.5, A&C Black

Richard wrote a mental diary in his head. Dear Diary, he began. On Friday I had a job, a fiance, a home, and a life that made sense. (Well, as much as an life makes sense). Then I found an injured girl bleeding on the pavement and I tried to be Good Samaritan. Now I've got no fiance, no home, no job, and I'm walking around a couple of hundred feet under the streets of London with the projected life expectancy of a suicidal fruit fly.

Girl, Friday, Jobs

It’s not that they’re small, the fair folk. Especially not the queen of them all, Mab of the flashing eyes and the slow smile with lips that can conjure your heart under the hills for a hundred years. It’s not that they’re small. It’s that we’re so far away.

Queens, Heart, Eye

I would not wish to marry someone who had already been married. It would be,' she opined, 'like having someone else break in one's own pony.

Wish, Would Be, Ponies

Neil Gaiman (2010). “Stardust”, p.30, Hachette UK

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