Neil Gaiman Quotes - Page 10

The heart is greater than the universe, for it can find pity in it for everything in the universe, and the universe itself can feel no pity. The heart is greater than a King, because a heart can know a King for what he is, and still love him. And once you give your heart, you cannot take it back.

You don't get explanations in real life. You just get moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd.

As sure as water's wet and days are long and a friend will always disappoint you in the end.

People talk about escapism as if it's a bad thing... Once you've escaped, once you come back, the world is not the same as when you left it. You come back to it with skills, weapons, knowledge you didn't have before. Then you are better equipped to deal with your current reality.

Mostly you are what they think you are.

Sometimes big things happen, and they echo. Those echoes crash across worlds. They are the ripples in the fabric of things. Often they manifest as storms. Reality is a fragile thing, after all.

There's never been a true war that wasn't fought between two sets of people who were certain they were in the right. The really dangerous people believe they are doing whatever they are doing solely and only because it is without question the right thing to do. And that is what makes them dangerous.

Right," said Fat Charlie conversationally. "You realize, of course, that this means war." It was the traditional war cry of a rabbit when pushed too far.

I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my life. Some of them. Not all.

Where does contagion end and art begin?

The one thing you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can. The moment that you feel that just possibly you are walking down the street naked…that’s the moment you may be starting to get it right.

Parameters are the things you bounce off to create art.

The rules on what is possible and impossible in the arts were made by people who had not tested the bounds of the possible by going beyond them.

If I could talk about it, I would not have to do it. I make art.

I would not wish to marry someone who had already been married. It would be,' she opined, 'like having someone else break in one's own pony.

Adventures are all very well in their place, but there's a lot to be said for regular meals and freedom from pain.

Yes. We both have a bad feeling. Tonight we shall take our bad feelings and share them, and face them. We shall mourn. We shall drain the bitter dregs of mortality. Pain shared, my brother, is pain not doubled, but halved. No man is an island.

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, and he held onto nothing, and he held onto dreams.

The bonds of family bind us up, support us, help us. And they are also a bond from which it is difficult, perhaps impossible to extricate oneself.

As we age, we become our parents; live long enough and we see faces repeat in time.