“Now there were stars overhead, hanging like frozen spears of light, stabbing the night sky.” — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
All writers have this vague hope that the elves will come in the night and finish any stories. — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Look, I don't know why this happened to me. But it's hard. You know why dead people only go out at night,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air--a mixture… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
It is not that I was credulous, simply that I belived in all things dark and dangerous. It was part of my… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
He had kissed her good night that night, and she had tasted like strawberry daiquiris, and he had never wanted to kiss… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Now,” she told them, “now is the time to be afraid of the dark.” Richard knew that something was about to creep… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind/Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind,/Now slip, now slide, now move unseen,/Above, beneath,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Trees there were, old as trees can be, huge and grasping with hearts black as sin. Strange trees that some said walked… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Can you be brave?' I did not know. I did not think so. It seemed to me that all I had done… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
One word after another. That's the only way that novels get written and, short of elves coming in the night and turning… — 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
The biggest pitfall to avoid is not writing. Not writing is really, really easy to do, especially if you're a young writer.… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
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… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Young man," he said, "understand this: there are two Londons. There's London Above―that's where you lived―and then there's London Below―the Underside―inhabited by… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Night was spreading slowly around the spinning Earth. It should have been full of pinpricks of light. It was not. There were… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Darkness is happening," said the leather woman, very quietly. "Night is happening. All the nightmares that have come out when the sun… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
He was having more fun than a barrelful of monkeys.* *Several years earlier Spider had actually been tremendously disappointed by a barrelful… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“In every way that counted, I was dead. Inside somewhere maybe I was screaming and weeping and howling like an animal, but… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
There are characters in some short stories who exist as people, and there are other characters in different short stories who exist… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Death’s a funny thing. I used to think it was a big, sudden thing, like a huge owl that would swoop down… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
My bed was pushed up hard against the wall just below the window. I loved to sleep with the windows open. Rainy… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“You know why dead people only go out at night, puppy? Because it’s easier to pass for real, in the dark. And… — 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
There are stories within stories, whispered in the quiet of the night, shouted above the roar of the day, and played out… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
There were faces at the windows and words written in blood; deep in the crypt a lonely ghoul crunched on something that… — 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
Repeat after me, there are the living and the dead, there are day-folk and night-folk, there are ghouls and mist-walkers, there are… — 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
