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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 1d9a3f7 | Bod tried to smile, but he could not find a smile inside himself. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 2358046 | Como tomas el cafe? Negro como la noche y dulce como un pecado. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 1dda984 | How old are you?" said the girl. "What are you doing here? Do you live here? What's your name?" "I don't know," said Bod. "You don't know your name?" said the girl. "Course you do. Everybody knows their own name. Fibber." "I know my name," said Bod. "And I know what I'm doing here. But I don't know the other things you said." | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 556693b | No two readers can or will ever read the same book, because the reader builds the book in collaboration with the author. | fiction reading | Neil Gaiman | |
| 048d6db | Oh, monsters are scared," said Lettie. "That's why they're monsters. And as for grown-ups . . ." She stopped talking, rubbed her freckled nose with a finger. Then, "I'm going to tell you something important. Grown-ups don't look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they're big and thoughtless and they always know what they're doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. The truth is, t.. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 44474e4 | When I saw a story about a stolen painting on the front page of the newaspaper, I told my mother that Charlotte Holmes and I were going to solve the case. My mother cut me off saying, "Jamie, if you try to do anything like that before you turn eighteen, I will sell every last one of your books in the night, starting with your autographed Neil Gaiman." -- | Brittany Cavallaro | ||
| cb4ea29 | I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I found joy in the things that made me happy. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 7c5426c | So this is your library, huh, Lucien? It's a big place What's so special about it, then?" "Oh, it's a very unusual library, Matthew. Somewhere in here is every story that has every been dreamed. " "They're just books." "Oh yes. But unusual books. You'll find none of them on Earth. In this section, for example, are novels their authors never wrote, or never finished, except in dreams." | lucien-from-sandman | Neil Gaiman | |
| 42a9b13 | The ocean was back in the pond, and the only knowledge I was left with, as if I had woken from a dream on a summer's day, was that it had not been long ago since I had known everything. I looked at Lettie in the moonlight. "Is that how it is for you? I asked. "Is what how it is for me?" "Do you still know everything, all the time?" ...She wrinkled her nose. "Everybody did. I told you. It's nothing special, knowing how things work. And y.. | reality spiritual universe | Neil Gaiman | |
| 5cc9388 | The gods we prayed to when we were young used up their time so long ago. They cannot answer anymore. They never liked us, did they? Gods don't "like". They love, they hate, they ignore..." | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 4410ac2 | Like all sentient beings, Fat Charlie had a weirdness quotient. For some days the needle had been over in the red, occasionally banging jerkily against the pin. Now the meter broke. | fat-charlie meter neil-gaiman quotient weirdness | Neil Gaiman | |
| 4cf6eba | A ghost-memory rises, here: a phantom moment, a shaky reflection in the pool of remembrance. I know how it felt when the scavengers took my heart. How it felt as the hunger birds, all mouth, tore into my chest and snatched out my heart, still pumping, and devoured it to get at what was hidden inside it. I know how that feels, as if it was truly a part of my life, of my death. And then the memory snips and rips, neatly, and - | Neil Gaiman | ||
| ba4215d | I love the word 'fantasy'... but I love it for the almost infinite room it gives an author to play: an infinite playroom, of a sort, in which the only boundaries are those of the imagination. I do not love it for the idea of commercial fantasy. Commercial fantasy, for good or for ill, tends to drag itself through already existing furrows, furrows dug by J. R. R. Tolkien or Robert E. Howard, leaving a world of stories behind it, excluding so.. | fantasy writing | Neil Gaiman | |
| 26ef634 | I was not scared, though, and I could not have told you why I was not scared. I trusted Lettie, just as I had trusted her when we had gone in search of the flapping thing beneath the orange sky. I believed in her, and that meant I would come to no harm while I was with her. I knew it in a way that I knew that grass was green, the roses had sharp, woody thorns, that breakfast cereal was sweet. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| a53a1a6 | She hoped it wasn't a spider. Spiders made Coraline intensely uncomfortable. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 0da65b8 | The boundaries of our country, sir? Why sir, on the north we are bounded by the Aurora Borealis, on the east we are bounded by the rising sun, on the south we are bounded by the procession of the Equinoxes, and on the west by the Day of Judgement. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| fc3f169 | Being dead is probably just like everything else in life: you pick some of it up as you go along, and you just make up the rest. | Neil Gaiman | ||
| 5c53e63 | How I learned that in each of us there burns a flame of independence that must never be allowed to go out. That as long as it exists within us we cannot be destroyed. | Bryce Courtenay | ||
| c048708 | The mind is the athlete; the body is simply the means it uses to run faster or longer, jump higher, shoot straighter, kick better, swim harder, hit further, or box better. Hoppie's dictum to me, "First with the head and then with the heart," was more than simply mixing brains with guts. It meant thinking well beyond the powers of normal concentration and then daring your courage to follow your thoughts." | Bryce Courtenay | ||
| 4d47bcd | Not incidentally, the Langley project had cost nearly $70,000, the greater part of it public money, whereas the brothers' total expenses for everything from 1900 to 1903, including materials and travel to and from Kitty Hawk, came to a little less than $1,000, a sum paid entirely from the modest profits of their bicycle business. | David McCullough | ||
| 7453fdd | The past after all is only another name for someone else's present. | David McCullough | ||
| 324f524 | I feel so sorry for anyone who misses the experience of history, the horizons of history. We think little of those who, given the chance to travel, go nowhere. We deprecate provincialism. But it is possible to be as provincial in time as it is in space. Because you were born into this particular era doesn't mean it has to be the limit of your experience. Move about in time, go places. Why restrict your circle of acquaintances to only those .. | David G. McCullough | ||
| 967e6cb | It was a simple thing. All terror is a simplicity. ("Interval In Sunlight")" | terror | Ray Bradbury | |
| d5cbfad | Picture it. Nineteenth-century man with his horses, dogs, carts, slow motion. Then, in the twentieth century, speed up your camera. Books cut shorter. Condensations. Digests, Tabloids. Everything boils down to the gag, the snap ending." "Snap ending." Mildred nodded. "Classics cut to fit fifteen-minute radio shows, then cut again to fill a two-minute book column, winding up at last as a ten- or twelve-line dictionary resume. I exaggerate, o.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 7ee7ecc | Goodnight!" She started her walk. Then she seemed to remember something and came back to look at him with wonder and curiosity. "Are you happy?" she said? "Am I what?" he cried. But she was gone - running in the moonlight. Her Front door shut gently." | Ray Bradbury | ||
| bacffbd | Once you kill all of us, and you're alone, you'll die! The hate will die. That hate is what moves you, nothing else! That envy moves you. Nothing else! You'll die, inevitably. You're not immortal. You're not even alive, you're nothing but moving hate. | death die hate | Ray Bradbury | |
| 299b53e | I've written about 2,000 short stories; I've only published 300 and I feel I'm still learning. Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, he'll eventually make some kind of career for himself as a writer. | perserverance success writing-life | Ray Bradbury | |
| 571babc | Seemed to me a phone was an impersonal instrument. If it like it, it let your personality go through its wires. If it didn't to, it just drained your personality away until what slipped through at the other end was some cold fish of a voice, all steel, copper, plastic, no warmth, no reality. It's easy to say the wrong thing on telephones; the telephone changes your meaning on you. First thing you know, you've made an enemy. Then, of cou.. | phones technology telephones time | Ray Bradbury | |
| 262dce1 | I always figured we were born to fly, one way or other, so I couldn't stand most men shuffling along with all the iron of the earth in their blood. I never met a man who weighed less than nine hundred pounds. | life lightness people weight | Ray Bradbury | |
| b014b6a | Let me alone, said Mildred. I didn't do anything. Let you alone! That's all very well, but how can I leave myself alone? We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. how long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real? | Ray Bradbury | ||
| c703bb0 | Nimeni nu mai are timp si pentru ceilalti. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| e41916b | If there were no war, if there was peace in the world, I'd say fine, have fun! But, Montag, you mustn't go back to being just a fireman. All isn't well with the world. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| d57b5b8 | Somewhere the saving and putting away had to begin again and someone had to do the saving and keeping, one way or another, in books, in records, in people's heads, any way at all so long as it was safe, free from moths, silverfish, rust and dry rot and men with matches. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 3d4e865 | This is the kind of life I've had. Drunk, and in charge of a bicycle, as an Irish police report once put it. Drunk with life, that is, and not knowing where off to next. But you're on your way before dawn. And the trip? Exactly one half terror, exactly one half exhilaration. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 7bb6fd7 | The fire crackled up the stairs. It fed upon Picassos and Matisses in the upper halls, like delicacies, baking off the oily flesh, tenderly crisping the canvases into black shavings. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 2a42e47 | I suppose it's an unconscious little stream of wit that flows quietly under everything I do or say. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 07d8b25 | Los libros estan para recordarnos lo tontos y estupidos que fuimos. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| a6cf4bc | And the uncles, the aunts, the cousins, the nieces, the nephews, that lived in those walls, the gibbering pack of tree apes that said nothing, nothing, nothing and said it loud, loud, loud. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| fa8664f | All down the way the pursued and the pursuing, the dream and the dreamers, the quarry and the hounds. All down the way the sudden revealment, the flash of familiar eyes, the cry of an old, old name. Everyone leaping forward as, like an image reflected from ten thousand mirrors, ten thousand eyes, the running dream came and went, a different face to those ahead, those behind, those yet to be met, those unseen... And here they all are now, at.. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 9e12769 | Isn't this a nice time of night to walk? I like to smell things and look at things, and sometimes stay up all night, walking, and watch the sun rise. | sleeplessness | Ray Bradbury | |
| dbe5dbc | The quality of death, like that of life, must be of an infinite variety, and if one has already died once, then what was there to look for in dying for good and all, as he was now? | life | Ray Bradbury | |
| 1531d5e | I guess I'm everything they say I am, all right. I haven't any friends. That's supposed to prove I'm abnormal. But everyone I know is either shouting or dancing around like wild or beating up one another. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 067291c | For the first thing a writer should be is - excited. He should be a thing of fevers and enthusiasms. Without such vigor, he might as well be out picking peaches or digging ditches; God knows it would be better for his health. | Ray Bradbury | ||
| 68af107 | most men jump at the chance to give up everything for nothing. There's nothing we're so slapstick with as our own immortal souls. | Ray Bradbury |