Now, where do I bring this thing down?” I asked. There was a hesitation, then, “You don’t. We didn’t design it to return. It was a redundancy we had no need for. Too costly, in...

Then, one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…you give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss...

Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches...

•The moon in the duckpond was full as well, and I found myself, unbidden, thinking of the holy fools in the old story, the ones who had gone fishing in a lake for the moon,...

I am hope.

And life is a good thing for a writer. It’s where we get our raw material, for a start. We quite like to stop and watch it.

The best thing—in Shadow’s opinion, perhaps the only good thing—about being in prison was a feeling of relief. The feeling that he’d plunged as low as he could plunge and he’d hit bottom. He didn’t...

Soon enough his head would be swimming with tales of derring-do and high adventure, tales of beautiful maidens kissed, of evildoers shot with pistols or fought with swords, of bags of gold, of diamonds as...

You got a lifetime. No more. No less.

I thought about adults. I wondered if that was true: if they were all really children wrapped in adult bodies, like children’s books hidden in the middle of dull, long adult books, the kind with...

There was a skyness to the sky and a nowness to the world that he had never seen or felt or realized before.

I don’t want whatever I want. Nobody does. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted?

Nenhum homem, afirmou Donne, é uma ilha, mas estava errado. Se não fôssemos ilhas, perder-nos-íamos, afogados nas tragédias uns dos outros.

Traveling through the Dragon’s Den, it has just been explained that Haroun, the Ifrit, has been caught in a mirror trap. Here is the passage that follows:”So,” said Silas. “Now there are only three of...

There are some dogs which, when you meet them, remind you that, despite thousands of years of man-made evolution, every dog is still only two meals away from being a wolf. These dogs advance deliberately,...

Librarians are the coolest people out there doing the hardest job out there on the frontlines. And every time I get to encounter or work with librarians, I’m always impressed by their sheer awesomeness.

These things are wine, women and song”…”Curry’s nice too” pointed out Fat Charlie

You’re playing with fire,” she warned him.”That’s how I know I’m alive.

The best thing I think about me and Dave as a creative team is, we don’t have to work together. We both have individual careers,

There’s a glorious sense of freedom in comedy, just allowing myself to tell jokes, allowing myself to interrupt myself and tell old African folk stories that I made up – or didn’t – and Jamaican...

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies.

Hey,” said Shadow. “Huginn or Muninn, or whoever you are.” The bird turned, head tipped, suspiciously, on one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.”Say ‘Nevermore,'” said Shadow.”Fuck you,” said the raven.

Because,’ she said, ‘when you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.

The only reason people die, is because EVERYONE does it. You all just go along with it.It’s RUBBISH, death. It’s STUPID. I don’t want nothing to do with it.

Stories may well be lies, but they are good lies that say true things, and which can sometimes pay the rent.

She said we all not only could know everything. We do. We just tell ourselves we don’t to make it all bearable.

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.

He was the boy with the book. Always and forever.

Silas consumed only one food, and it was not bananas.

I had forgotten what fiction was to me as a boy, forgotten what it was like in the library: fiction was an escape from the intolerable, a doorway into impossibly hospitable worlds where things had...

Mirrors,’ she said, ‘are never to be trusted.

Q: I want to be an author when I grow up. Am I insane?”Neil Gaiman: “Yes. Growing up is highly overrated. Just be an author.”[Jumbo.com, 21 August 2012]

You can’t run away from home without destroying somebody’s world.

Fat Charlie had had no real liking for the police, but until now, he had still managed to cling to a fundamental trust in the natural order of things, a conviction that there was some...

What a refreshing mind you have, young man. There really is nothing quite like total ignorance, is there?

We were never lovers, and we never will be, now. I do not regret that, however. I regret the conversations we never had, the time we did not spend together. I regret that I never...

You can take your gold, but afterwards, things are, things are flat. There is less beauty in a rainbow, less meaning in a sermon, less joy in a kiss…Less.

Books were safer than other people anyway.

Is the chemical aftertaste the reason why people eat hot dogs, or is it some kind of bonus?

Authors know that you should never really write a funny book because funny books do not get awards. Comic novels will not get awards.

Sem indivíduos, vemos apenas números: mil mortos, cem mil mortos, «as mortes podem chegar a um milhão». Com as histórias individuais, as estatísticas transformam-se em pessoas – mas até isso é mentira, pois as pessoas...

I suspect that most authors don’t really want criticism, not even constructive criticism. They want straight-out, unabashed, unashamed, fulsome, informed, naked praise, arriving by the shipload every fifteen minutes or so.

He couldn’t see why people made such a fuss about people eating their silly old fruit anyway, but life would be a lot less fun if they didn’t. And there was never an apple, in...

It is a fool’s prerogative to utter truths that no one else will speak.

All Bette’s stories have happy endings. That’s because she knows where to stop. She’s realized the real problem with stories—if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.

I don’t think immediate tragedy is a very good source of art. It can be, but too often it’s raw and painful and un-dealt-with. Sometimes art can be a really good escape from the intolerable,...

You know I love you,’ said the other mother flatly.’You have a very funny way of showing it,’ said Coraline.

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.

Nothing’s ever the same,” she said. Be it a second later or a hundred years. It’s always churning and roiling. And people change as much as oceans.

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