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Children Quotes by Neil Gaiman

83 Children quotes by Neil Gaiman

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Neil Gaiman reminds us that children see the world with hidden paths. He notes that our memories and the stories we hear shape our imagination. He also points out that children often spot the truth that adults miss and that even simple toys can hold big ideas.

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“You are almost never cool to your children.”

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I was a book-y child. I was much more book-y than dark.

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Children's fiction is the most important fiction of all.

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I don't think there is such a thing as a bad book for children.

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“Do not lose hope - what you seek will be found.”

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

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Media. I think I have heard of her. Isn't she the one who killed her children?

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The simplest way to make sure that we raise literate children is to teach them to read, and to show them that…

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Children, as I have said, use back ways and hidden paths, while adults take roads and official paths.

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“Media. I think I have heard of her. Isn't she the one who killed her children?' 'Different woman,' said Mr. Nancy. 'Same…

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“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit…

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Adult helplessness destroys children. Or it forces them to become tiny adults of their own.

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“If you saw two groups of children arguing over which of them could play in some waste ground, would you chose sides?”

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“Sharper than a serpent's tooth is a daughter's ingratitude. Still, the proudest spirits can be broken, with love.”

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I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled…

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Well meaning adults can easily destroy a child's love of reading - do not discourage children from reading because you feel they're…

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“I do to miss my childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in simple things, even as greater things crumbled.…

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I was a normal child. Which is to say, I was selfish and I was not entirely convinced of the existence of…

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“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things collapsed. I…

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I don't think about age groups when I write, although I think if I know I'm writing for Children I'll be a…

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I wondered if that was true: if they were all really children wrapped up in adult bodies, like children's books hidden in…

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We live in a world in which the only utopian visions arrive in commercial breaks: magical visions of an impossibly hospitable world,…

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Childhood memories are sometimes covered and obscured beneath the things that come later, like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of a…

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“Las Vegas has become a child's picture-book dream of a city-here a storybook castle, there a sphinx-flanked black pyramid beaming white light…

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Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs…

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We have an obligation to read aloud to our children. To read them things they enjoy. To read to them stories we…

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For tea she went down to see Misses Spink and Forcible. She had three digestive biscuits, a glass of limeade, and a…

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Suppose we pick a name for him, eh?" Caius Pompeius stepped over and eyed the child. "He looks a little like my…

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“I'm going to tell you something important. Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and…

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“I hope, that in the days, and weeks, and years to come, the question of where the dividing lines between adult and…

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I finally made friends with my father when I entered my twenties. We had so little in common when I was a…

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“Here: an exercise in choice. Your choice. One of these tales is true. She lived through the war. In 1959 she came…

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“Still. Four words. And I didn’t realize it until a couple of days ago, when someone wrote in to my blog: Dear…

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“Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s…

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“Although I was an imaginative child, prone to nightmares, I had persuaded my parents to take me to Madame Tussauds waxworks in…

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“Fiction has two uses. Firstly, it’s a gateway drug to reading. The drive to know what happens next, to want to turn…

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“Oh, monsters are scared', said Lettie. 'And as for grown-ups...' She stopped talking, rubbed her freckled nose with a finger. Then, 'I'm…

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I was the kind of kid whose parents would drop him off at the local town library on their way to work,…

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His name is Marcus: he is four and a half and possesses that deep gravity and seriousness that only small children and…

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Small children believe themselves to be gods, or some of them do, and they can only be satisfied when the rest of…

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“[T]hey could not help being amused every time another little human believed itself the center of its world, as each of us does.”

So many things to see, people to do.

“Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.’ – Ben Franklin,”

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You can tell the date of an old science fiction novel by every word on the page. Nothing dates harder and faster and more…

“The quickest way is sometimes the longest.”

“They were spells, spelled with words to make worlds, waiting for me, in the pages of books.”

Finish what you're writing. Whatever you have to do to finish it, finish it.

What do stars do? They shine.

“What," asked Mr Croup, "do you want?" "What," asked the Marquis de Carabas, a little more rhetorically, "does anyone want?" "Dead things," suggested Mr…

You get on with your own life. Lettie gave it to you. You just have to grow up and try and be worth it.

“Eyes will not see you. Minds will not hold you. Where you are is nothing and nobody”