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Neil Gaiman Quotes - Page 44

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I couldn't get you to the ocean, but there was nothing stopping me bringing the ocean to you.

I couldn't get you to the ocean, but there was nothing stopping me bringing the ocean to you.

Ocean, Stopping

She took my hands in her, then, and squeezed them. 'But you stayed where you were meant to be, and you didn't listen to them. Well done. That's quality, that is,' and she sounded proud. In that moment I forgot my hunger and I forgot my fear.

Hands, Quality, Done

I wondered how I looked to her, in that place, and knew that even in a place that was nothing but knowledge that was the one thing I could not know. That if I look inward I would see only infinite mirrors staring into myself for eternity.

Mirrors, Inward, Looks

So you used to know everything?" She wrinkled her nose. "Everybody did. I told you. It's nothing special, knowing how things work. And you really do have to give it all up if you want to play." "To play what?" "This," she said. She waved at the house and the sky and the impossible full moon and the skeins and the shawls and clusters of bright stars.

Stars, Moon, Sky

The future had suddenly become unknowable: anything could happen: the train of my life had jumped the rails and headed off across the fields and coming down the lane with me, then.

Fields, Lanes, Rail

It’s part of growing up, I suppose…you always have to leave something behind you.

Growing Up, Growing, Behind You

You must never imagine, that just because something is funny, it is not also dangerous.

Imagine, Dangerous, Imagine That

For some folks death is release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.

Sandman, Release, Ends

I think that pretty much every form of fiction (I’d include fantasy, obviously) can actually be a real escape from places where you feel bad, and from bad places. It can be a safe place you go, like going on holiday, and it can be somewhere that, while you’ve escaped, actually teaches you things you need to know when you go back, that gives you knowledge and armour and tools to change the bad place you were in. So no, they’re not escapist. They’re escape.

Real, Holiday, Thinking

Also, in my bedroom, nobody minded if I kept the hall door half-open, allowing in enough light that I was not scared of the dark, and, just as important, allowing me to read secretly, after my bedtime, using the dim hallway light to read by, if I needed to. I always needed to.

Dark, Light, Doors

Neil Gaiman (2013). “The Ocean at the End of the Lane: A Novel”, p.16, Harper Collins

She was also an adult, and when adults fight children, adults always win.

Children, Fighting, Winning

I was not happy as a child, although from time to time I was content. I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.

Children, Book, Not Happy

Neil Gaiman (2013). “The Ocean at the End of the Lane: A Novel”, p.16, Harper Collins

I’m an author. We don’t want to lead. We don’t need to follow. We stay home and make stuff up and write it down and send it out into the world, and get inside people’s heads. Perhaps we change the world and perhaps we don’t. We never know. We just make stuff up.

Home, Writing, People

I thought, I'm going to die. And, thinking that, I was determined to live.

Thinking, Determined, Dies

Neil Gaiman (2013). “The Ocean at the End of the Lane”, p.70, Hachette UK

I wondered, as I wondered so often when I was that age, who I was, and what exactly was looking at the face in the mirror. If the face I was looking at wasn't me, and I knew it wasn't, because I would still be me whatever happened to my face, then what was me? And what was watching?

Mirrors, Age, Faces

Neil Gaiman (2013). “The Ocean at the End of the Lane”, p.52, Hachette UK

In my dream, it was the tongue of what is, and anything spoken in it becomes real, because nothing said in that language can be a lie. It is the most basic building brick of everything.

Dream, Real, Lying

Neil Gaiman (2013). “The Ocean at the End of the Lane”, p.47, Hachette UK

If the same object from two different times touches itself, one of two things will happen. Either the Universe will cease to exist. Or three remarkable dwarfs will dance through the streets with flowerpots on their heads.

Two, Different, Three

Neil Gaiman (2013). “Fortunately, the Milk...”, p.74, A&C Black

I hope you'll make mistakes. If you're making mistakes, it means you're out there doing something.

Graduation, Mistake, Mean

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

Whenever it rains you will think of her.

Rain, Rainy Day, Thinking

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

Fear is contagious. You can catch it.

Fear, Contagious, Graveyard

Neil Gaiman (2009). “The Graveyard Book”, p.115, A&C Black

It's just I might get distracted, and I get lost kind of easily, and sometimes I have really bad days...when, you know, I just want to hide or scream or bleed or something, and...all that...

Suicide, Self Harm, Bad Day

You need more than a beginning if you're going to start a book. If all you have is a beginning, then once you've written that beginning, you have nowhere to go.

Book, Writing, Needs

Neil Gaiman (2016). “The View from the Cheap Seats: Selected Nonfiction”, p.78, Hachette UK

So the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund is out there preserving and fighting for, and sometimes winning and sometimes losing, the fight for First Amendment rights in comics and, more generally, for freedom of speech.

Book, Fighting, Winning

The first author I remember being obsessed by, actually realizing 'I like the way he writes and I like the way he tells stories,' was C.S. Lewis and the 'Narnia' books.

Book, Writing, Stories

There's a glorious sense of freedom in comedy, just allowing myself to tell jokes, allowing myself to interrupt myself and tell old African folk stories that I made up - or didn't - and Jamaican stories.

Stories, Literature, Comedy

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