Neil Gaiman Quotes

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.

American Gods is about 200,000 words long, and I'm sure there are words that are simply in there 'cause I like them. I know I couldn't justify each and every one of them.

I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

It's an America with strange mythic depths. I see it as a distorting mirror; a book of danger and secrets, of romance and magic. It's about the soul of America, really. What people brought to America; what found them when they came; and the things that lie sleeping beneath it all.

`Oh my God, Dad, my friends are coming over, you're not allowed to speak to them,' .

He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.

Firstly, there is no such person as Death. Second, Death's this tall guy with a bone face, like a skeletal monk, with a scythe and an hourglass and a big white horse and a penchant for playing chess with Scandinavians. Third, he doesn't exist either.

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

Nobody's cool, if you've got kids.

All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end.

Lives are snowflakes - forming patterns we have seen before, as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I mean, really looked at them? There's not a chance you'd mistake one for another, after a minute's close in.

It was a dark and stormy nightmare.

Fat Charlie wasn't sure that he liked freedom, ... There was too much open air involved.

I'll come to you tonight, dear, when it's late, You will not see me; you may feel a chill. I'll wait until you sleep, then take my fill, And that will be your future on a plate. They'll call it chance, or luck, or call it Fate.

When you're 11, walking home from school through this strange little English landscape, running these weird, wonderful things through your head ... well, now this is one of those 'I've never told anybody this before' things.

So whenever we come together to work together it's because it's fun and because we want to.

The deal was very, very simple. From Henson, it was, `We will give you not enough money to make a film with, and in return, we will leave you alone. You get creative control. Give us (a) family fantasy film,'.

[In] The Wolves in the Walls, ... If the wolves come out of the walls, it's all over.

"The devil made me do it" I have never made one of them do anything. They live their own lives. I do not live their lives for them.

Stardust.

Charitably...I think...Sometimes perhaps one must change or die. And in the end, there were perhaps limits to how much he could let himself change.

This one's for you.

Archimedes said that with a long enough lever and a solid enough place to stand, he could move the world. He could have stood in Mr Young.

You are time. Foul time, who steals the gold from a maiden's hair and takes the sapphire from a child's eyes. Dark time, who has stolen from every thing there ever was all the things that it held precious and divine... And left nothing but ashes and memories and the grave.