Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you’d most like not to lose.
NEIL GAIMANPicking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you’d most like not to lose.
NEIL GAIMANWhen I was a child, adults would tell me not to make things up, warning me of what would happen if I did. As far as I can tell so far, it seems to involve lots of foreign travel and not having to get up too early in the morning.
NEIL GAIMANBiting’s excellent. It’s like kissing – only there is a winner.
NEIL GAIMANI liked myths. They weren’t adult stories and they weren’t children’s stories. They were better than that. They just were.
NEIL GAIMANWhat do stars do? They shine.
NEIL GAIMANIt’s like the people who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, but who learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. If you see what I mean.
NEIL GAIMANOnly the phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost.
NEIL GAIMANThere are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle.
NEIL GAIMANTomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.
NEIL GAIMANThat which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.
NEIL GAIMANFairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.
NEIL GAIMANThings need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes and forgot.
NEIL GAIMANSometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
NEIL GAIMANThe sky had never seemed so sky; the world had never seemed so world.
NEIL GAIMANBut how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?
NEIL GAIMANShe says nothing at all but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.
NEIL GAIMAN