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Neil Gaiman Quotes - Page 30

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The world is always ending for someone. It’s a good line. I give it to the father of the child. He says it to his wife. ‘The world is always ending for someone,’ he says. She is trying to quieten the baby, and does not

The world is always ending for someone. It’s a good line. I give it to the father of the child. He says it to his wife. ‘The world is always ending for someone,’ he says. She is trying to quieten the baby, and does not hear him. I doubt that it would matter if she did.

Baby, Children, Father

None of this is truly happening," he said to Shadow. He sounded miserable. "It's all in your head. Best not to think of it.

Thinking, Shadow, Miserable

There are some dogs which, when you meet them, remind you that, despite thousands of years of man-made evolution, every dog is still only two meals away from being a wolf. These dogs advance deliberately, purposefully, the wilderness made flesh, their teeth yellow, their breath a-stink, while in the distance their owners witter, "He's an old soppy really, just poke him if he's a nuisance," and in the green of their eyes the red campfires of the Pleistocene gleam and flicker.

Dog, Distance, Eye

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

Now you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names.

Cat, Names, People

Neil Gaiman (2013). “Coraline”, p.45, A&C Black

She smiled again. "Do you like cat?" she said. "Yes," said Richard. "I quite like cats." Anaesthesia looked relieved. "Thigh?" she asked, "or breast?

Cat, Said, Anaesthesia

Neil Gaiman (2010). “Neverwhere”, p.52, Hachette UK

For a moment he thought she was about to hit him, which would have been bad, or even start crying, which would have been much, much worse.

Cry, Moments, Has Beens

I'm going to go home. Everything is going to be normal again. Boring again. Wonderful again.

Home, Normal, Wonderful

Never mind. There. For good or bad. It's done.

Mind, Done

Nearly' only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades.

Success, Failure, Good Luck

Neil Gaiman (2009). “The Graveyard Book”, p.103, A&C Black

The TV's the altar. I'm what people are sacrificing to.' 'What do they sacrifice?' asked Shadow. 'Their time, mostly,' said Lucy. 'Sometimes each other.

Sacrifice, People, Shadow

I miss you', he admitted. 'I'm here', she said. 'That's when I miss you most. When you're here. When you aren't here, when you're just a ghost of the past or a dream from another life, it's easier then.

Dream, Past, Missing

He was having more fun than a barrelful of monkeys.* *Several years earlier Spider had actually been tremendously disappointed by a barrelful of monkeys. It had done nothing he had considered particularly entertaining, apart from emit interesting noises, and eventually, once the noises had stopped and the monkeys were no longer doing anything at all—except possibly on an organic level—had needed to be disposed of in the dead of night.

Fun, Night, Years

There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife.

Hands, Knives, Darkness

Neil Gaiman (2009). “The Graveyard Book”, p.5, A&C Black

I'm a stranger," pointed out Bod. "You're not," she said, definitely. "You're a little boy." And then she said, "And you're my friend. So you can't be a stranger.

Boys, Littles, Stranger

Neil Gaiman (2009). “The Graveyard Book”, p.24, A&C Black

Bod was thrilled. He imagined a future in which he could read everything, in which all stories could be opened and discovered.

Stories

Neil Gaiman (2009). “The Graveyard Book”, p.28, A&C Black

I was a stranger and you took me in. -Joji G. Shoji, d. 1921

Stranger

Not gay, just never met the right woman.

Gay, Mets

Neil Gaiman (2009). “The Graveyard Book”, p.138, A&C Black

Once, I was a poet, and, like all poets, I spent too long in the Kingdom of Dreams.

Dream, Long, Kingdoms

Mr. Vandemar showed them his teeth, demonstrating his sunny and delightful disposition. It was unquestionably the most horrible thing Richard had ever seen.

Teeth, Sunny, Disposition

Neil Gaiman (2010). “Neverwhere”, p.100, Hachette UK

Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine.

Chicago, American Gods, Migraine

"American Gods". Book by Neil Gaiman, June 19, 2001.

I have heard the languages of apocalypse, and now I shall embrace the silence.

Silence, Language, Apocalypse

He had gone beyond the world of metaphor and simile into the place of things that are, and it was changing him.

Gone, World, Metaphor

"Neverwhere". Book by Neil Gaiman, 1996.

Fictions are merely frozen dreams, linked images with some semblance of structure. They are not to be trusted, no more than the people who create them.

Dream, People, Fiction

Neil Gaiman, Various (2010). “The Sandman Vol. 2: The Doll's House”, p.9, DC

When you reach the little house, the place your journey started, you will recognize it, although it will seem much smaller than you remember. Walk up the path, and through the garden gate you never saw before but once. And then go home. Or make a home. And rest.

Home, Journey, Garden

Neil Gaiman (2010). “Fragile Things”, p.126, Hachette UK

There was Virginia Boote, the food and restaurant critic, who had once been a great beauty but was now a grand and magnificent ruin, and who delighted in her ruination.

Virginia, Ruins, Restaurants

Neil Gaiman, Gene Wolfe, Theodora Goss, Peter S. Beagle, Richard Parks (2013). “Fantasy: The Best of the Year: 2006 Edition”, p.180, Wildside Press LLC

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