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Neil Gaiman Quotes - Page 34

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He would go somewhere no one knew him, and he would sit in a library all day and read books and listen to people breathing.

He would go somewhere no one knew him, and he would sit in a library all day and read books and listen to people breathing.

Book, Breathing, People

Neil Gaiman (2009). “The Graveyard Book”, p.120, A&C Black

Spider venom comes in many forms. It can often take a long while to discover the full effects of the bite. Naturalists have pondered this for years: there are spiders whose bite can cause the place bitten to rot and to die, sometimes more than a year after it was bitten. As to why spiders do this, the answer is simple. It's because spiders think this is funny, and they don't want you ever to forget them.

Thinking, Simple, Years

Neil Gaiman (2005). “Anansi Boys”

Why are we talking about this good and evil? They're just names for sides. We know that.

Talking, Names, Evil

It's harder to pick and choose when you're dead. It's like a photograph, you know. It doesn't matter as much.

Matter, Photograph, Harder

Neil Gaiman (2011). “American Gods”, p.54, Hachette UK

I have a feeling,’ he said, ‘I have a feeling that we were meant to be together. That we have fought the good fight, side by side, in the past or in the future, I do not know. I am a rational man, but I have learned the value of a good companion, and from the moment I clapped eyes on you, I knew I trusted you as well as I do myself. Yes, I want you with me.

Eye, Fighting, Past

Neil Gaiman, Steven-Elliot Altman, Brian Stableford (2003). “Shadows Over Baker Street”, p.15, Del Rey

Know that diamonds and roses are as uncomfortable when they tumble from one's lips as toads and frogs: colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.

Cutting, Rose, Toads

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

I took delight in hurling books across the room if I knew I would not be reading the second chapter. Then I’d go and pick them up again, because they are books, after all, and we are not savages.

Book, Reading, Savages

You get work however you get work. People keep working, in a freelance world, and more and more of today's world is freelance, because their work is good, and because they are easy to get along with, and because they deliver the work on time. And you don't even need all three. Two out of three is fine. People will tolerate how unpleasant you are if your work is good and you deliver it on time. They'll forgive the lateness of the work if it's good, and if they like you. And you don't have to be as good as the others if you're on time and it's always a pleasure to hear from you.

Two, People, Forgiving

Neil Gaiman's Commencement Address at The University of the Arts in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, www.uarts.edu. May 17, 2012.

If there's one thing that a study of history has taught us, it is that things can always get worse.

Taught Us, Study, One Thing

Neil Gaiman, Steven-Elliot Altman, Brian Stableford (2003). “Shadows Over Baker Street”, p.14, Del Rey

M is for magic. All the letters are, if you put them together properly. You can make magic with them, and dreams, and, I hope, even a few surprises.

Dream, Magic, Together

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

It is good for children to find themselves facing the elements of a fairy tale - they are well-equipped to deal with these

Children, Elements, Fairy Tale

Neil Gaiman (2009). “M Is for Magic”, p.30, Harper Collins

Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine. First they were driving through countryside, then, imperceptibly, the occasional town became a low suburban sprawl, and the sprawl became the city.

Cities, Chicago, Firsts

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

I move from dreamer to dreamer, from dream to dream, hunting for what I need. Slipping and sliding and flickering through the dreams; and the dreamer will wake, and wonder why this dream seemed different, wonder how real their lives can truly be.

Dream, Real, Moving

"The Sandman: Season of Mists". Comic book series by Neil Gaiman, 1990 - 1991.

Agnes was the worst prophet that's ever existed. Because she was always right. That's why the book never sold.

Book, Prophet, Worst

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

Sometimes human beings are very much like bees. Bees are fiercely protective of their hive, provided you are outside it. Once you’re in, the workers sort of assume that it must have been cleared by management and take no notice; various freeloading insects have evolved a mellifluous existence because of this very fact. Humans act the same way.

Way, Facts, Bees

Repeat after me, there are the living and the dead, there are day-folk and night-folk, there are ghouls and mist-walkers, there are high hunters and the Hounds of God. Also, there are solitary types." "What are you?" asked Bod. "I," she said sternly, "am Miss Lupescu." "And what is Silas?" She hesitated. Then she said, "He is a solitary type.

Night, Ghouls, Missing

Ray Bradbury was not ahead of his time. He was perfectly of his time, and more than that: he created his time and left his mark on the time that followed.

Rays, Mark, Bradbury

The real problem with stories - if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.

Real, Long, Stories

"The Sandman" by Neil Gaiman, (Sandman #6: "24 Hours"), January 1989 - November 2015.

I told you I would tell you my names. This is what they call me. I'm called Glad-of-War, Grim, Raider, and Third. I am One-Eyed. I am called Highest, and True-Guesser. I am Grimnir, and I am the Hooded One. I am All-Father, and I am Gondlir Wand-Bearer. I have as many names as there are winds, as many titles as there are ways to die. My ravens are Huginn and Muninn, Thought and Memory; my wolves are Freki and Geri; my horse is the gallows.

Horse, Memories, Father

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

Do you know why I stopped being Delight, my brother? I do. There are things not in your book. There are paths outside this garden.

Brother, Book, Garden

"The Sandman: Brief Lives". Comic book series by Neil Gaiman, 1992 - 1993.

Any way, death is so final, isn't it? "Is it?" asked Richard. "Sometimes," said the marquis de Carabas. And they went down.

Finals, Way, Sometimes

There was a hysteria in there, certainly, but there was also the exhaustion of someone who had managed, somehow, to believe several dozen impossible things in the last twenty-four hours, without ever getting a proper breakfast.

Believe, Impossible Things, Hysteria

Everything he had ever done that had been better left undone. Every lie he had told — told to himself, or told to others. Every little hurt, and all the great hurts. Each one was pulled out of him, detail by detail, inch by inch. The demon stripped away the cover of forgetfulness, stripped everything down to truth, and it hurt more than anything.

Hurt, Lying, Details

Neil Gaiman (2009). “Selections from Fragile Things, Volume Three: 5 Short Fictions and Wonders”, p.7, Harper Collins

For the record, I don't expect you to believe any of this. Not really. I'm a liar by trade, after all; albeit, I like to think, an honest liar.

Liars, Believe, Thinking

We'll win, of course," he said. "You don't want that," said the demon. "Why not, pray?“ “Listen," said Crowley desperately, "how many musicians do you think your side have got, eh? First grade, I mean." Aziraphale looked taken aback. "Well, I should think-" he began. "Two," said Crowley. "Elgar and Liszt. That's all. We've got the rest. Beethoven, Brahms, all the Bachs, Mozart, the lot. Can you imagine eternity with Elgar?

Taken, Mean, Winning

Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett (2011). “Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch”, p.45, Harper Collins

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