Neil Gaiman

Until that moment she had never thought she could do it. Never thought she would be brave enough or scared enough, or desperate enough to dare.

So, if a city has a personality, maybe it also has a soul. Maybe it dreams.

I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon: through the dreams of countries and cities, past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall.

I still love the book-ness of books, the smell of books: I am a book fetishist—books to me are the coolest and sexiest and most wonderful things there are.

He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity.

Walk any path in Destiny's garden, and you will be forced to choose, not once but many times.

People pursue things. As soon as they have them they run away from them.

It's like one of those dreams that changes you. You keep some of the dream forever, and you know things down deep inside yourself, because it happened to you, but when you go looking for details they kind of just slip out of your head.

It’s an artist’s job to show people the world they live in. We hold up mirrors.

Notoriety wasn't as good as fame, but was heaps better than obscurity.

Sometimes big things happen, and they echo. Those echoes crash across worlds. They are the ripples in the fabric of things. Often they manifest as storms. Reality is a fragile thing, after all.

It does not matter where you come from, if you walk toward the truth you will reach it, whatever path you take.

Go, and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here.

Time is fluid here', said the Demon.

A world in which there are monsters, and ghosts, and things that want to steal your heart is a world in which there are angels, and dreams and a world in which there is hope.

But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?" "Easy," said the cat. "Think of somebody walking around the world. You start out walking away from something and end up coming back to it." "Small world," said Coraline. "It's big enough for her," said the cat. "spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies." Coraline shivered.

There was a smile dancing on his lips, although it was a wary smile, for the world is a bigger place than a little graveyard on a hill; and there would be dangers in it and mysteries, new friends to make, old friends to rediscover, mistakes to be made and many paths to be walked before he would, finally, return to the graveyard or ride with the Lady on the broad back of her great grey stallion.

Make glorious and fantastic mistakes.

When things go wrong, this is what you should do. Make good art.

It's not irrelevant, those moments of connection, those places where fiction saves your life. It's the most important thing there is.

People tend to find books when they are ready for them.