It's not the fish you catch, it's the peace of mind you take home at the end of the day. — 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
“It must be good,” said Silas, “to have somewhere that you belong. Somewhere that’s home.” — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
I'm going to go home. Everything is going to be normal again. Boring again. Wonderful again. — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“It must be good to have somewhere that you belong. Somewhere that’s home.” — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
If I come back, it will be a place, but it won't be a home any longer. — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
I want to go home. Then he mentally underlined the last sentence three times, rewrote it in huge letters in red ink,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
He's out here, somewhere, and he wants you dead,' she said. 'Him as killed your family. Us in the graveyard, we wants… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Nothing’s changed. You’ll go home. You’ll be bored. You’ll be ignored. No one will listen to you, really listen to you. You’re… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“He wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a while, or if it was something that you… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
It's not a bad thing for a writer not to feel at home. Writers - we're much more comfortable at parties standing… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
This little piggy went to Hades This little piggy stayed home This little piggy ate raw and steaming human flesh This little… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“He sat down on a grassy bank and looked at the city that surrounded him, and thought, one day he would have… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Richard wrote a mental diary in his head. Dear Diary, he began. On Friday I had a job, a fiance, a home,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
We have to get the... the thing I got... to the Angel. And then he'll tell Door about her family, and he'll… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“He sat down on a grassy bank and looked at the city that surrounded him, and thought, one day he would have… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
When you reach the little house, the place your journey started, you will recognize it, although it will seem much smaller than… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
As a kid, I would get my parents to drop me off at my local library on their way to work during… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
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… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
For tea she went down to see Misses Spink and Forcible. She had three digestive biscuits, a glass of limeade, and 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
