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Neil Gaiman Quotes - Page 31

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I am an academic, said Professor Mandalay, and thus have no finely developed senses that would be comprehensible to anyone who has not ever needed to grade papers without actually reading the blessed things.

I am an academic," said Professor Mandalay, "and thus have no finely developed senses that would be comprehensible to anyone who has not ever needed to grade papers without actually reading the blessed things.

Blessed, Reading, Would Be

Neil Gaiman, Gene Wolfe, Theodora Goss, Peter S. Beagle, Richard Parks (2013). “Fantasy: The Best of the Year: 2006 Edition”, p.190, Wildside Press LLC

What do stars do? They shine.

Stars, Shining

"Stardust". www.imdb.com. 2007.

I will be a wise and tolerant monarch, dispencing justice fairly, and only setting nightmares to rip out the winds of the evil and the wicked. Or just anybody that I don't like.

Wise, Rip, Wind

"Sandman: Preludes & Nocturnes". Сomic book series by Neil Gaiman, 1989.

I am frightened of nothing." "Nothing?" "Nothing." "Are you extremely frightened of nothing?" "Absolutely terrified of it." "I have nothing in my pockets. Would you like to see it?" "No, I most definitely would not.

Pockets, Frightened, Terrified

I had to persuade a dog to swallow a pill. I twittered for advice and I got suggestion after suggestion. Most of them didn't work. 'Put the pill in the sausage.' No - that doesn't work. 'Cheese.' No. Then someone said: 'You wrap it in butter and it will slide down.' I tried it and it worked! And I'd learnt how to give a pill to a dog through the magic of Twitter.

Dog, Giving, Advice

Richard wondered how the marquis managed to make being pushed around in a wheelchair look like a romantic and swashbuckling thing to do.

Looks, Wheelchairs, Things To Do

Neil Gaiman (2010). “Neverwhere”, p.186, Hachette UK

Here you go, she said. I don't need it anymore. I'm very grateful. I think it may have saved my life, saved some other people's death.

Grateful, Thinking, People

The cat dropped the rat between its two front paws. "There are those," it said with a sigh, in tones as smooth as oiled silk, "who have suggested that the tendency of a cat to play with its prey is a merciful one - after all, it permits the occasional funny little running snack to escape, from time to time. How often does your dinner get to escape?

Running, Cat, Two

Neil Gaiman (2012). “Coraline”, p.89, Bloomsbury Publishing

It won't hurt, said her other father. Coraline knew that when grown-ups told you something wouldn't hurt it almost always did. She shook her head.

Hurt, Father, Coraline

Neil Gaiman (2013). “Coraline”, p.54, A&C Black

The cat wrinkled its nose and managed to look unimpressed. "Calling cats," it confided, "tends to be a rather overrated activity. Might as well call a whirlwind.

Cat, Looks, Calling

Neil Gaiman (2012). “Coraline”, p.75, A&C Black

Why does she want me?" Coraline asked the cat. "Why does she want me to stay here with her?" "She wants something to love, I think," said the cat. "Something that isn't her. She might want something to eat as well. It's hard to tell with creatures like that.

Cat, Thinking, Want Something

Neil Gaiman (2012). “Coraline”, p.76, Bloomsbury Publishing

On the whole, stories don't write themselves.

Writing, Stories, Whole

Neil Gaiman (2010). “Fragile Things”, p.16, Hachette UK

There were people you could hug, and then there was Silas.

People, Hug

Neil Gaiman (2009). “The Graveyard Book”, p.92, A&C Black

What’s your name, lad?” “Newton. Newton Pulsifer.” “LUCIFER? What’s that you say? Are ye of the Spawn of Darkness, a tempting beguiling creature from the pit, wanton limbs steaming from the fleshpots of Hades, in tortured and lubricious thrall to your Stygian and hellish masters?” “That’s Pulsifer,” explained Newton. “With a P. I don’t know about the other stuff, but we come from Surrey.” The voice on the phone sounded vaguely disappointed.

Phones, Names, Voice

I'm just going to stay here, in the darkness under the arch. I can hear you all out there, trip-trapping, trip-trapping over my bridge. Oh yes, I can hear you. But I'm not coming out.

Bridges, Yes I Can, Darkness

Neil Gaiman (2008). “M Is for Magic”, HarperCollins

This is a book for every fiddler who has realized halfway through playing an ancient Scottish air that the Ramones "I Wanna Be Sedated" is what folk music is really all about, and gone straight into it.

Book, Air, Gone

We do what we do, because of who we are. If we did otherwise, we would not be ourselves.

Ties That Bind, Who We Are, Ifs

It's not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it's yours, and then be willing to let it go.

Let It Go, Willing, Knows

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

Rain in the graveyard, and the world puddled into blurred reflections.

Rain, Reflection, World

I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.

Believe, American Gods, Nobody Knows

Hunchbacks danced at my wedding for luck. It's a thing you don't see nowadays.

Luck

There were faces at the windows and words written in blood; deep in the crypt a lonely ghoul crunched on something that might once have been alive; forked lightnings slashed the ebony night; the faceless were walking; all was right with the world

Lonely, Night, Ghouls

Hey, that's life, flick it off if you can't take a joke.

Hey, Jokes, Ifs

Just remember, what the French say. No, probably not the French, they've got a president or something. The Brits, maybe, or the Swedes. You know what I mean?" "No, Matthew. What do they say?" "The king is dead, that's what they say. The king is dead. Long live the king.

Kings, Mean, Long

Recounting the strange is like telling one's dreams: one can communicate the events of a dream, but not the emotional content, the way that a dream can colour one's entire day.

Dream, Emotional, Events

Neil Gaiman (2010). “Fragile Things”, p.61, Hachette UK

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