 | Neil Gaiman |
All your questions can be answered, if that is what you want. But once you learn your answers, you can never unlearn them.
If you dare nothing, then when the day is over, nothing is all you will have gained.
You people have names. That`s because you don`t know who you are. We know who we are, so we don`t need names.
Short stories are tiny windows into other worlds and other minds and other dreams. They are journeys you can make to the far side of the universe and still be back in time for dinner.
Stories are, in one way or another, mirrors. We use them to explain to ourselves how the world works or how it doesn`t work. Like mirrors, stories prepare us for the day to come. They distract us from the things in the darkness.
He wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a while, or if it was something that you found in the end, if you simply walked and waited and willed it long enough.
My father used to say that the carving was in the wood already. You just had to find out what the wood wanted to be, and then take your knife and remove everything that wasn`t that.
My memory is a patchwork of occurrences, of discontinuous events roughly sewn together: The parts I remember, I remember precisely, whilst other sections seem to have vanished completely.
You`ve a good heart. [...] Sometimes that`s enough to see you safe wherever you go [...] But mostly, it`s not.
Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way.
The day became one of waiting, which was, he knew, a sin: moments were to be experienced; waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregarding.
Fear is contagious. You can catch it. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to say that they`re scared for the fear to become real.
You`re always you, and that don`t change, and you`re always changing, and there`s nothing you can do about it.