This was the void. Not blackness, not nothingness. This was what lay beneath the thinly painted scrim of reality. — 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
This is not a place, after all. It is BETWEEN places. This is NOWHERE. A brief thought: I could stay here, abandon… — 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
“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
