Childhood memories are sometimes covered and obscured beneath the things that come later, like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of a… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Because if you don't stand up for the stuff you don't like, when they come for the stuff you do like, you've… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
I know not whether you came to me or I to you. Not whether it was a dream, asleep or awake. I… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
People kill what they fear. They burned, and drowned, and hanged those they saw as witches, the devil's servants: the wise women… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Only the phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost. — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
It's just I might get distracted, and I get lost kind of easily, and sometimes I have really bad days...when, you know,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
I had started to feel that somewhere in the second half of the 20th century, the idea of page-turning as a good… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“. . . I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway.” — 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
“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