We owe it to each other to tell stories.
NEIL GAIMANWe owe it to each other to tell stories.
NEIL GAIMANI think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend.
NEIL GAIMANIf you dare nothing, then when the day is over, nothing is all you will have gained.
NEIL GAIMANPeople want to forget the impossible. It makes their world safer.
NEIL GAIMANI went away in my head, into a book. That was where I went whenever real life was too hard or too inflexible.
NEIL GAIMANBooks were safer than other people anyway.
NEIL GAIMANAdventures are all very well in their place, but there’s a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.
NEIL GAIMANI believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”
NEIL GAIMANLove takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.
NEIL GAIMANAn Angel who did not so much fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.
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 GAIMANHe had noticed that events were cowards: they didn’t occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.
NEIL GAIMANWe often confuse what we wish for with what is.
NEIL GAIMANPicking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you’d most like not to lose.
NEIL GAIMANAdults follow paths. Children explore.
NEIL GAIMANSeveral years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. Whenever it rains you will think of her.
NEIL GAIMAN