The young man shivered. He rolled the stock themes of fantasy over in his mind: cars and stockbrokers and commuters, housewives and… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
You think you're being given all of these things: phones that can communicate with other devices, car service that's better than a… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
It's quiet. No cars. No birds. Nothing.' 'No radio waves,' said the Doctor. 'Not even Radio Four.' 'You can hear radio waves?'… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
I'm not blessed, or merciful. I'm just me. I've got a job to do, and I do it. Listen: even as we're… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
He left the drapes open, watched the lights of the cars and of the fast food joints through the window glass, comforted… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
When writing a novel, that's pretty much entirely what life turns into: 'House burned down. Car stolen. Cat exploded. Did 1500 easy… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
My parents would frisk me before family events, and find the book, and lock it in the car. And then be disappointed… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
I have never written a musical. I have never written a weird, interactive piece of theater. I wanted to do something that… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
The secret to writing is just to write. Write every day. Never stop writing. Write on every surface you see; write on… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
I finally made friends with my father when I entered my twenties. We had so little in common when I was a… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
What makes you think I'm giving you a ride?” “Because I'm a damsel in distress,” she said. “And you are a knight… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“[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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“They were spells, spelled with words to make worlds, waiting for me, in the pages of books.” — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Finish what you're writing. Whatever you have to do to finish it, finish it. — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image