And he said that wasn’t brave of him, doing that, just standing there and being stung,’ said Coraline to the cat. ‘It wasn’t brave because he wasn’t scared: it was the only thing he could do. But going back again to get his glasses, when he knew the wasps were there, when he was really scared. That was brave.’"‘Because,’ she said, ‘when you’re scared, but you still do it anyway, that’s brave

— Neil Gaiman

And I know an eighteenth charm, and that charm is the greatest of all, and that charm I can tell no man, for a secret that no one knows, but you are the most powerful secret there can ever be.

— Neil Gaiman

And I thought, eight years ago, when I began carefully charting the progress of American Gods, nervously dipping my toes into the waters of blogging, would I have imagined a future in which, instead of recording the vicissitudes of bringing a book into the world, I would be writing about not-even-interestingly missing cups of cold chamomile tea? And I thought, yup. Sounds about right. Happy Eighth birthday, blog.

— Neil Gaiman

And I would try and walk far enough away that people would not assume I was with him.

— Neil Gaiman

And life is a good thing for a writer. It's where we get our raw material, for a start. We quite like to stop and watch it.

— Neil Gaiman

And remember whatever discipline you're in, whether you're a musician or a photographer, fine artist or a cartoonist, writer, a dancer, a singer, a designer... whatever you do, you have a thing that's unique. You have the ability to make art.

— Neil Gaiman

And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

— Neil Gaiman

And then he'd tried to become an official Atheist and hadn't got the rock-hard self-satisfied strength of belief even for that.

— Neil Gaiman

And then this whole deal of new gods, old gods," said his friend. "You ask me, I welcome new gods. Bring them on. The god of the guns. The god of bombs. All the gods of ignorance and intolerance, of self-righteousness, idiocy and blame. All the stuff they try and land me with. Take a lot of the weight off my shoulders." He sighed.

— Neil Gaiman

And then this whole deal of new gods, old gods," said his friend. "You ask me, I welcome new gods. Bring the on. The god of guns. The god of bombs. All the gods of ignorance and intolerance, of self-righteousness, idiocy and blame. All the stuff they try and land me with. Take a lot of the weight off my shoulders.

— Neil Gaiman