Neil Gaiman

There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#opening-lines #first-sentence

I think . . . I said things to Silas. He'll be angry.' 'If he didn't care about you, you couldn't upset him,' was all she said. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#inspirational

Whither thou goest... ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#love

And then he'd tried to become an official Atheist and hadn't got the rock-hard self-satisfied strength of belief even for that. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#atheist

Nearly' only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#failure #luck #near-hits #near-misses #nearly

She smiled again. "Do you like cat?" she said. "Yes," said Richard. "I quite like cats." Anaesthesia looked relieved. "Thigh?" she asked, "or breast? ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#humor #humor

Recounting the strange is like telling one's dreams: one can communicate the events of a dream, but not the emotional content, the way that a dream can colour one's entire day. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#communication

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

— Neil Gaiman

#sad #life

I sat in the dark and thought: There’s no big apocalypse. Just an endless procession of little ones. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#ending #endless #apocalypse

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

— Neil Gaiman

#art