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Neil Gaiman Quotes - Page 32

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I thought about moving south, about continuing to run, continuing to pretend I was alive. But it was, I knew now, much too late for that. There are doors, after all, between the living and the dead, and they swing in

I thought about moving south, about continuing to run, continuing to pretend I was alive. But it was, I knew now, much too late for that. There are doors, after all, between the living and the dead, and they swing in both directions.

Running, Moving, Swings

"Fragile Things". Book by Neil Gaiman, 2006.

You know how is it when you love someone? And the hard part, the bad part, the Jerry Springer Show part is that you never stop loving someone. There's always a piece of them in your heart.

Heart, Loving Someone, When You Love Someone

Neil Gaiman (2010). “Fragile Things”, p.105, Hachette UK

There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won't remember and that she can't even let herself think about because that's when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it's always raining a slow endless drizzle.

Rain, Thinking, Bird

Neil Gaiman (2010). “Fragile Things”, p.105, Hachette UK

I suppose I could claim that I had suspected that the world was a cheap and shoddy sham, a bad cover for something deeper and weirder and infinitely more strange, and that, in some way, I already know the truth. But I think that's just how the world has always been. And even now I know the truth, the world still seems cheap and shoddy. Different world, different shoddy, but that's how it feels.

Thinking, Different, World

Neil Gaiman (2009). “Selections from Fragile Things, Volume Five: 7 Short Fictions and Wonders”, p.6, Harper Collins

And then it went, and time passed properly once more, every second following every other second just like they're meant to.

Following, Every Second

Neil Gaiman (2009). “Selections from Fragile Things, Volume Five: 7 Short Fictions and Wonders”, p.8, Harper Collins

Don't start anything you're not prepared to finish.

Prepared

Talk is free but the wise man chooses when to spend his words.

Wise, Men

He goes his way. We travel a spiral. The quickest way is sometimes the longest.

Way, Sometimes, Spirals

Neil Gaiman (2011). “American Gods”, p.91, Hachette UK

Shadow looked down at the girl on the table. “What happened to her?” he asked. “Poor taste in boyfriends,” said Jacquel. “It’s not always fatal.

Girl, Shadow, Tables

You can always cheat an honest man, but it takes more work.

Men, Honest, Cheat

Neil Gaiman (2011). “American Gods”, p.158, Hachette UK

Soon,” said the crackling voice of the flame, coming from behind him, “they will fall. Soon they will fall and the star people will meet the earth people. There will be heroes among them, and men who will slay monsters and bring knowledge, but none of them will be gods. This is a poor place for gods.

Stars, Fall, Hero

Neil Gaiman (2011). “American Gods”, p.165, Hachette UK

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies.

Honesty, Lying, Believe

Neil Gaiman (2011). “American Gods”, p.256, Hachette UK

It's easier to believe in aliens than in gods.

Believe, Aliens, Easier

You got to understand the god thing. It’s not magic. It’s about being you, but the you that people believe in. It’s about being the concentrated, magnified, essence of you. It’s about becoming thunder, or the power of a running horse, or wisdom. You take all the belief and become bigger, cooler, more than human. You crystallize.” He paused. “And then one day they forget about you, and they don’t believe in you, and they don’t sacrifice, and they don’t care, and the next thing you know you’re running a three-card monte game on the corner of Broadway and Forty-third.

Running, Horse, Believe

She had forgotten them all; forgotten Richard down in the mud, and the marquis and his foolish crossbow, and the world. She was delighted and transported, in a perfect place, the world she lived for. Her world contained two things: Hunter, and the Beast. The Beast knew that too. It was the perfect match, the hunter and the hunted. And who was who, and which was which, only time would reveal; time and the dance.

Two, Perfect, Hunters

We build a shell around it, like an oyster dealing with a painful particle of grit, coating it with smooth pearl layers in order to cope. This is how we walk and talk and function , day in, day out. Immune to others’ pain and loss.

Pain, Loss, Order

So," he asked. "How's death?" "Hard," she said. "It just keeps going.

Said, Hard, Keep Going

The only reason people die, is because EVERYONE does it. You all just go along with it. It's RUBBISH, death. It's STUPID. I don't want nothing to do with it.

Stupid, People, Want

Religions are, by definition, metaphors, after all: God is a dream, a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a house of many rooms, a watchmaker who left his prize chronometer in the desert, someone who loves you - even, perhaps, against all evidence, a celestial being whose only interest is to make sure your football team, army, business, or marriage thrives, prospers, and triumphs over all opposition.

Football, Dream, Father

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

Spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.

Spiders, Coraline, Enough

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

You're sick. Sick and evil and weird.

Evil, Sick

I want to go home. Then he mentally underlined the last sentence three times, rewrote it in huge letters in red ink, and circled it before putting a number of exclamation marks next to it in his mental margin.

Home, Exclamation Marks, Numbers

For some, it was easier to take the leap from the leafless tree and dance on nothing until dancing was done.

Dancing, Tree, Done

There are little pockets of old time in London, where things and places stay the same, like bubbles in amber,” she explained. “There’s a lot of time in London, and it has to go somewhere—it doesn’t all get used up at once.” “I may still be hung over,” sighed Richard. “That almost made sense.

Amber, May, Littles

And weren't, when you got right down to it, particularly evil. Human beings mostly aren't. They just get carried away by new ideas, like dressing up in jackboots and shooting people, or dressing up in white sheets and lynching people, or dressing up in tie-dye jeans and and playing guitar at people. Offer people a new creed with a costume and their hearts and minds will follow.

Heart, Guitar, Lynching

Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett (2011). “Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch”, p.29, Harper Collins

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