“yeah, my people figured that maybe there’s something at the back of it all, a creator, a great spirit, and so we… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Change. Change. Change. Change … change. Change. Chaaange. When you say words a lot they don't mean anything. Or maybe they don't… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“The first wind of winter blew from the north, and it had ice and rime on its breath. It was dirty and… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, cover them in bright lies or… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Up the narrow stairs and into the kitchen. Rosie's mother looked around and made a face as if to indicate that it… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Is there a word for forgetting the name of someone when you want to introduce them to someone else at the same… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“This is a bright place, filled with frightened people, and fast hard things that hurt and wound. No matter. I swore I… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“It was a survival thing: he didn't answer back, didn't say anything about job security for prison guards, debate the nature of… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Fat Charlie went back to his hotel room, the colour of underwater, where his lime sat, like a small green Buddha, on… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Then she looked at the man on the tree and she smiled wryly. "They just aren't as interesting naked," she said. "It's… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Rosies mother was a highly strung bundle of barely thought-through prejudices, worries and feuds.” — 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
