“The telephone to Shadow's apartment was silent and dead. He thought about getting it connected, but could think of no one he wanted to call. Late one night he picked it up and listened, and was convinced he could hear… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Here: an exercise in choice. Your choice. One of these tales is true. She lived through the war. In 1959 she came to America. She now lives in a condo in Miami, a tiny French woman with white hair, with… — 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