Neil Gaiman World Quotations

I've never known anyone who was what he or she seemed; or at least, was only what he or she seemed. People carry worlds within them.

The world always seems brighter when you've just made something that wasn't there before.

The current total of countries in the world with First Amendments is one. You have guaranteed freedom of speech. Other countries don't have that.

It's a given that we exist in a world where we have to live in continuity every day; no one is immune to that, in life or romance novels. By the same token, it's not something I find terribly important.

Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.

The real world has no obligation to be convincing, so it throws up some very weird moments sometimes.

Be wise, because the world needs more wisdom. And if you cannot be wise, pretend to be someone who is wise, and then just behave like they would.

Books make great gifts because they have whole worlds inside of them.

I think I’ll dismember the world and then I’ll dance in the wreckage.

I love making things. I love building things. I love the idea that something's in the world that wasn't there before.

The world is always ending for someone

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. Truth is, there aren't any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.

Books make great gifts because they have whole worlds inside of them. And it's much cheaper to buy somebody a book than it is to buy them the whole world!

People want to forget the impossible. It makes their world safer.

Is there any person in the world who does not dream? Who does not contain within them worlds unimagined?

You are an analog girl, living in a digital world.

If you want to call it that. But it is a very specific sort of magic. There's a magic you take from death. Something leaves the world, something else comes into it.

The world seemed to shimmer a little at the edges.

It's just harder out there in the world of the living, and we cannot protect you out there as easily. I wanted to keep you perfectly safe...But there is only one perfectly safe place for your kind, and you will not reach it until all your adventures are over and none of them matter any longer.

The sky had never seemed so sky; the world had never seemed so world.

He had gone beyond the world of metaphor & simile into the place of things that are, and it was changing him.

Rain in the graveyard, and the world puddled into blurred reflections.

I suppose I could claim that I had suspected that the world was a cheap and shoddy sham, a bad cover for something deeper and weirder and infinitely more strange, and that, in some way, I already know the truth. But I think that's just how the world has always been. And even now I know the truth, the world still seems cheap and shoddy. Different world, different shoddy, but that's how it feels.

A god's relationship to the world, even a world in which he was walking, was about as emotionally connected as that of a computer gamer playing with knowledge of the overall shape of the game and armed with a complete set of cheat codes.

You shine like a beacon in a dark world.

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 told him that he made me happy, when I was in his company. The world was the better for his being in it. These things alone do I now regret: things left unsaid. And he is gone, and I am old.

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

She had forgotten them all; forgotten Richard down in the mud, and the marquis and his foolish crossbow, and the world. She was delighted and transported, in a perfect place, the world she lived for. Her world contained two things: Hunter, and the Beast. The Beast knew that too. It was the perfect match, the hunter and the hunted. And who was who, and which was which, only time would reveal; time and the dance.

I can get away before the storm hits. Away from a world in which opiates have become the religion of the masses.

Dreams shape the world

Sexton: I think the whole world's gone mad. Death: Uh-uh. It's always like this. You probably just don't get out enough.

Something told him that something was coming to an end. Not the world, exactly. Just the summer. There would be other summers, but there would never be one like this. Ever again.

A flash of resentment. It's hard enough being alive, trying to survive in the world and find your place in it, to do the things you need to do to get by, without wondering if the thing you just did, whatever it was, was worth someone having...if not died, then having given up her life. It wasn't fair. "Life's not fair," said Ginnie, as if I had spoken aloud.

How can you be happy in this world? You have a hole in your heart. You have a gateway inside you to lands beyond the world you know. They will call you, as you grow.

It's only a world, after all, and they're just sand grains in the desert, worlds.

She was the storm, she was the lightning, she was the adult world with all its power and all its secrets and all its foolish casual cruelty.

Small children believe themselves to be gods, or some of them do, and they can only be satisfied when the rest of the world goes along with their way of seeing things.

I am anti-life, the Beast of Judgment. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds…of everything. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?" "I am hope.

We have an obligation to imagine. It is easy to pretend that nobody can change anything, that we are in a world in which society is huge and the individual is less than nothing: an atom in a wall, a grain of rice in a rice field. But the truth is, individuals change their world over and over, individuals make the future, and they do it by imagining that things can be different.

We look about in puzzlement at our world, with a sense of unease and disquiet. We think of ourselves as scholars in arcane liturgies, single men trapped in worlds beyond our devising. The truth is far simpler: there are things in the darkness beneath us that wish us harm.

The world is always ending, and the end is always being averted, by love or foolishness or just plain old dumb luck.

Discontent is a good thing: discontented people can modify and improve their worlds, leave them better, leave them different.

We are always living in the final days. What have you got? A hundred years or much, much less until the end of your world.

Goodnight world. While I sleep, I hope you'll all continue to do whatever it is you do. Unless you murder sleeping authors. Don't do that.

Entropy and optimism: the twin forces that make the world go around.

Have been unavoidably detained by the world. Expect us when you see us.