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Neil Gaiman Quotes - Page 8

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Some people have great ideas maybe once or twice in their life, and then they discover electricity or fire or outer space or something. I mean, the kind of brilliant ideas that change the whole world. Some people never

Some people have great ideas maybe once or twice in their life, and then they discover electricity or fire or outer space or something. I mean, the kind of brilliant ideas that change the whole world. Some people never have them at all... I get them two or three times a week.

Mean, Fire, Ideas

My parents would frisk me before family events. Before weddings, funerals, bar mitzvahs, and what have you. Because if they didn't, then the book would be hidden inside some pocket or other and as soon as whatever it was got under way I'd be found in a corner. That was who I was...that was what I did. I was the kid with the book.

Book, Kids, Funeral

All writers have this vague hope that the elves will come in the night and finish any stories.

Writing, Night, Stories

You see, the outcome of the battle is unimportant. What matters is the chaos, and the slaughter.

What Matters, Battle, Outcomes

All fiction is a process of imagining: whatever you write, in whatever genre or medium, your task is to make things up convincingly and interestingly and new.

Writing, Tasks, Fiction

"Where do you get your ideas?". Essay by Neil Gaiman, Personal website, www.neilgaiman.com.

It's not irrelevant, those moments of connection, those places where fiction saves your life. It's the most important thing there is.

Important, Connections, Fiction

Neil Gaiman (2016). “The View from the Cheap Seats: Selected Nonfiction”, p.20, HarperCollins

We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored.

Moving, Tired, Kids

"The Sandman" by Neil Gaiman, (Sandman #16: "Lost Hearts"), January 1989 - November 2015.

Books were safer than other people anyway.

Book, People

Neil Gaiman (2013). “The Ocean at the End of the Lane: A Novel”, p.12, Harper Collins

I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my life. Some of them. Not all.

Art, Empty Places, Sometimes

Neil Gaiman (2013). “The Ocean at the End of the Lane: A Novel”, p.8, Harper Collins

Nothing's ever the same," she said. "Be it a second later or a hundred years. It's always churning and roiling. And people change as much as oceans.

Ocean, Years, People

Life is sometimes hard. Things go wrong, in life and in love and in business and in friendship and in health and in all other ways that life can go wrong. And when things get tough, this is what you should do. Make good art.

Art, Way, Tough

Commencement address at the University of the Arts, www.uarts.edu. May 17, 2012.

I lay on the bed and lost myself in stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyways.

Book, People, Bed

Neil Gaiman (2013). “The Ocean at the End of the Lane: A Novel”, p.12, Harper Collins

Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.

Writing, May, Matter

"Somewhat Less Sinister Ducks". Personal Website, journal.neilgaiman.com. April 23, 2004.

Nothing I did where the only reason for doing it was the money was ever worth it, except as bitter experience.

Bitter, Reason, Bitter Experience

As far as I'm concerned, the entire reason for becoming a writer is not having to get up in the morning.

Morning, Literature, Becoming

The current total of countries in the world with First Amendments is one. You have guaranteed freedom of speech. Other countries don't have that.

Country, Freedom Of Speech, World

I was the kind of kid whose parents would drop him off at the local town library on their way to work, and I'd go and work my way through the children's area.

Children, Kids, Parent

You are young, and in love. Every young man in your position is the most miserable young man who ever lived.

Positive, Men, Miserable Person

"Stardust". Book by Neil Gaiman, 1999.

I don't know. I had to be something, didn't I?

Knows

His name is Marcus: he is four and a half and possesses that deep gravity and seriousness that only small children and mountain gorillas have ever been able to master.

Children, Names, Mountain

Neil Gaiman (2005). “Anansi Boys”

But he did not understand the price. Mortals never do. They only see the prize, their heart's desire, their dream... But the price of getting what you want, is getting what you once wanted.

Dream, Heart, Desire

Neil Gaiman, Sam Kieth, Mike Dringenberg (2006). “The absolute sandman”

You are obvious, boy. You are difficult to miss. If you came to me in company with a purple lion, a green elephant, and a scarlet unicorn astride which was the King of England in his Royal Robes, I do believe that it is you and you alone that people would stare at, dismissing the others as minor irrelevancies.

Kings, Believe, Boys

Neil Gaiman (2009). “The Graveyard Book”, p.69, A&C Black

I don't want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted just like that, and it didn't mean anything? What then?

Fun, Mean, Doe

Neil Gaiman (2012). “Coraline”, p.143, Bloomsbury Publishing

Normally, in anything I do, I'm fairly miserable. I do it, and I get grumpy because there is a huge, vast gulf, this aching disparity, between the platonic ideal of the project that was living in my head, and the small, sad, wizened, shaking, squeaking thing that I actually produce.

Miserable, Grumpy, Projects

The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.

Time, Way, Discouraging

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