Gaiman Quotes

Rosies mother was a highly strung bundle of barely thought-through prejudices, worries and feuds.

Fat Charlie went back to his hotel room, the colour of underwater, where his lime sat, like a small green Buddha, on the countertop."You're no help," he told the lime. This was unfair. It was only a lime; there was nothing special about it at all. It was doing the best it could.

This was beyond a joke. This had moved beyond foolishness, slipped over the line into genuine 24 karat Jesus-Christ-I-fucked-up-bigtime territory.

He was cold, standing in a wood, talking to a big black bird who was currently brunching on Bambi.

I’m an author. We don’t want to lead. We don’t need to follow. We stay home and make stuff up and write it down and send it out into the world, and get inside people’s heads. Perhaps we change the world and perhaps we don’t. We never know. We just make stuff up.

For some folks death is release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.