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Neil Gaiman Quotes - Page 29

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He was painfully shy, which, as is often the manner of the painfully shy, he overcompensated for by being too loud at the wrong times.

He was painfully shy, which, as is often the manner of the painfully shy, he overcompensated for by being too loud at the wrong times.

Shy, Loud, Wrong Time

Neil Gaiman (2010). “Stardust”, p.31, Hachette UK

He shivered. His coat was thin, and it was obvious he would not get his kiss, which he found puzzling. The manly heroes of the penny dreadfuls and shilling novels never had these problems getting kissed.

Hero, Kissing, Coats

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

It is not that I was credulous, simply that I belived in all things dark and dangerous. It was part of my young creed that the night was full of ghosts and witches, hungry and flapping and dressed completely in black.

Dark, Night, Black

Neil Gaiman (2009). “M Is for Magic”, p.25, Harper Collins

One thing I've learned: you can know anything, it's all there, you just have to find it.

I've Learned, Sandman, Knows

Mirrors,' she said, 'are never to be trusted.

Mirrors, Coraline, Said

Neil Gaiman (2013). “Coraline”, p.90, A&C Black

"Death's a capricious thing, innit?" "Yes. Yes, she is."

Capricious

"The Sandman: The Doll's House". Comic book by Neil Gaiman, 1989-1990.

It's just harder out there in the world of the living, and we cannot protect you out there as easily. I wanted to keep you perfectly safe...But there is only one perfectly safe place for your kind, and you will not reach it until all your adventures are over and none of them matter any longer.

Adventure, World, Safe

You're a poem?' I repeated. She chewed her lower lip. 'If you want. I am a poem, or I am a pattern, or a race of people whose whose world was swallowed by the sea.' 'Isn't it hard to be three things at the same time?' 'What's your name?' 'Enn.' 'So you are Enn,' she said. 'And you are a male. And you are a biped. Is it hard to be three things at the same time?

Race, Sea, Names

I'd love to write some porn, but I don't know if I have the right engines. When I was a young man and I was tempted to write porn, imaginary parents would appear over my shoulder and read what I was writing; just about the point that I managed to banish the imaginary parents, real children would lean over my shoulder and read what I was writing.

Children, Real, Writing

The squirrel has not yet found the acorn that will grow to the oak that will be cut to form the cradle of the babe that will grow to slay me.

Cutting, Squirrels, Acorns

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

There are accounts that, if we open our hearts to them, will cut us too deeply.

Heart, Cutting, Accounts

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

You don't get explanations in real life. You just get moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd.

Life, Real, Odd

We are small but we are many We are many we are small We were here before you rose We will be here when you fall

Fall, Rose, Coraline

Neil Gaiman (2013). “Coraline”, p.12, A&C Black

Potentially evil. Potentially good, too, I suppose. Just this huge powerful potentiality waiting to be shaped.

Powerful, Evil, Waiting

He wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a while, or if it was something that you found in the end, if you simply walked and waited and willed it long enough.

Home, Long, Enough

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

Suppose we pick a name for him, eh?" Caius Pompeius stepped over and eyed the child. "He looks a little like my proconsul, Marcus. We could call him Marcus." Josiah Worthington said, "He looks more like my head gardener, Stebbins. Not that I'm suggesting Stebbins as a name. The man drank like a fish." "He looks like my nephew Harry," said Mother Slaughter... "He looks like nobody but himself," said Mrs.Owens, firmly. "He looks like nobody." "Then Nobody it is," said Silas. "Nobody Owens.

Mother, Children, Men

He sighed. It was a long sigh, weary and worldly-wise. The kind of sigh you could picture God heaving after six days of hard work and looking forward to some serious cosmic R&R, only to be handed a report by an angel concerning a problem with someone eating an apple.

Wise, Hard Work, Angel

Life is a rock, but the radio rolled me over.

Rocks, Radio, Life Is

The ties of blood," said Spider, "are stronger than water." Water's not strong," objected Fat Charlie.

Strong, Blood, Ties

Neil Gaiman (2005). “Anansi Boys”

Well," he said, "f’r example, if they ask where you’ve come from, you could say ‘Behind me,’and if they asked where you’re going, you’d say ‘In front of me.

Example, Said, Wells

You know you can set fire to the capacity to say.

Fire, Capacity, Knows

For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.

Love Is, Desire, Sandman

After a while it sort of began to rain, which is to say that it was the kind of rain that never comes to a decision about whether it's actually raining or not. Driving in it, you would never have been certain whether or not to turn on your wipers.

Rain, Decision, Driving

Neil Gaiman (2009). “Anansi Boys”, p.19, Harper Collins

In ten years time I’ll be… (dead) sixty.

Cancer, Years, Ten

Neil Gaiman (2007). “Signal to Noise”, p.38, A&C Black

I toyed briefly with an image someone once mentioned to me, of a village in the shadow of a twin-peaked mountain. In the morning the sun rises. At lunch it sets behind the mountain. In the early afternoon it rises once more. The cocks crow for the second time, and later the sun sets again. No. One peak. Metaphors should not be belaboured.

Morning, Lunch, Crow

Neil Gaiman (2007). “Signal to Noise”, p.44, A&C Black

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