The TV's the altar. I'm what people are sacrificing to.' 'What do they sacrifice?' asked Shadow. 'Their time, mostly,' said Lucy. 'Sometimes… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?" "Easy," said the cat. "Think of somebody walking… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Someone killed my Mother and my Father and my Sister?" "Yes, someone did." "A Man?" "A Man." "Which means," said Bod, "you're… — 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
When most people said "I'm psychic, you see," they meant "I have an overactive but unoriginal imagination/wear black nail varnish/talk to my… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
I remembered something somebody had once said to me. It's okay. Everyday is freshly ground. — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
There was a table laid with jellies and trifles, with a party hat beside each place, and a birthday cake with seven… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
It won't hurt, said her other father. Coraline knew that when grown-ups told you something wouldn't hurt it almost always did. She… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
It is said that scattered through Despair's domain are a multitude of tiny windows, hanging in the void. Each window looks out… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Whatever's happening," she said, eventually, "it can all be sorted out." She saw the expression on my face then, worried. Scared even.… — 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
There are new gods growing in America, clinging to growing knots of belief: gods of credit card and freeway, of Internet and… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
I am an academic," said Professor Mandalay, "and thus have no finely developed senses that would be comprehensible to anyone who has… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Everything in journalism is about the detail that makes the whole, the attempts to reproduce speech patterns while not actually quoting the… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Coraline opened the box of chocolates. The dog looked at them longingly. "Would you like one?" she asked the little dog. "Yes,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
So, having found a lady, could you not have come to her aid, or left her alone? Why drag her into your… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
This is the only country in the world," said Wednesday, into the stillness, "that worries about what it is." "What?" "The rest… — 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
I'm a stranger," pointed out Bod. "You're not," she said, definitely. "You're a little boy." And then she said, "And you're my… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
He had had a severe shock some weeks earlier, when, having narrowly failed to capture a large grey-brown hare for his dinner,… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
There's a but, isn't there?" said Coraline. "I can feel it. Like a rain cloud. — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Traveling through the Dragon's Den, it has just been explained that Haroun, the Ifrit, has been caught in a mirror trap. Here… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Adventures are all very well in their place, but there's a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain. — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
Why does she want me?" Coraline asked the cat. "Why does she want me to stay here with her?" "She wants something… — 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
