So, if a city has a personality, maybe it also has a soul. Maybe it dreams. — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Work. Home. The pub. Meeting girls. Living in the city. Life. Is that all there is? — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Note for Americans and other aliens: Milton Keynes is a new city approximately halfway between London and Birmingham. It was built to… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
London grew into something huge and contradictory. It was a good place, and a fine city, but there is a price to… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon: through the dreams of countries and cities, past dreams of places long… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine. First they were driving through countryside, then, imperceptibly, the occasional town became a low suburban sprawl,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
If you were close enough to her ruby-red lips you would hear her say, 'I will rise now and go about the… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Soon enough his head would be swimming with tales of derring-do and high adventure, tales of beautiful maidens kissed, of evildoers shot… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
The Marquis sighed. "I thought it was just a legend," he said. "Like the alligators in the sewers of New York City."… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
There was no moon but the night sky was a riot of crisp and glittering autumn stars. There were streetlights too and… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Las Vegas has become a child's picture-book dream of a city -- here a storybook castle, there a sphinx-flanked black pyramid beaming… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Religions are, by definition, metaphors, after all: God is a dream, a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“People talk about books that write themselves, and it's a lie. Books don't write themselves. It takes thought and research and a backache and… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share
“Like all sentient beings, Fat Charlie had a weirdness quotient. For some days the needle had been over in the red, occasionally banging jerkily… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share
“Shadow crawled across the floor to the yellow foam-rubber pad and climbed onto it, pulling the thin blanket over himself, and closed his eyes,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share
“[T]hey could not help being amused every time another little human believed itself the center of its world, as each of us does.” — Neil Gaiman Copy Share
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… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share
You can tell the date of an old science fiction novel by every word on the page. Nothing dates harder and faster and more… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share
“They were spells, spelled with words to make worlds, waiting for me, in the pages of books.” — Neil Gaiman Copy Share
Finish what you're writing. Whatever you have to do to finish it, finish it. — Neil Gaiman Copy Share
“What," asked Mr Croup, "do you want?" "What," asked the Marquis de Carabas, a little more rhetorically, "does anyone want?" "Dead things," suggested Mr… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share
You get on with your own life. Lettie gave it to you. You just have to grow up and try and be worth it. — Neil Gaiman Copy Share
“Eyes will not see you. Minds will not hold you. Where you are is nothing and nobody” — neil Gaiman Copy Share
