Yes. Growing up is highly overrated. Just be an author.
It is your differences that make you glorious.
I imagine the world dividing into the people who want to feed their children, and the ones shooting at them.
The price of getting what you want is getting what you once wanted.
Without dreams, there could be no despair.
American Gods is about 200,000 words long, and I’m sure there are words that are simply in there ’cause I like them. I know I couldn’t justify each and every one of them.
If I were only allowed to read or enjoy art or listen to music made by people whose opinions and beliefs were the same as mine, I think the world would be a pretty dismal sort of a place.
The Lord of Dreams learns that one must change or die, and makes his decision.
Death is the second oldest of the Endless. It’s hard not to love her. She loves you, after all.
There are little pockets of old time in London, where things and places stay the same, like bubble in amber.
People kill what they fear. They burned, and drowned, and hanged those they saw as witches, the devil’s servants: the wise women and the cunning men, the unfortunate, the lost and the strange.
There aren’t any good guys, and there aren’t any bad guys. There’s just us. People. Doing our best to get by.
Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkable difficult to kill.
The truth is, it’s not the idea, it’s never the idea, it’s always what you do with it.
When you start off, you have to deal with the problems of failure. You need to be thick-skinned, to learn that not every project will survive.
I think of myself as a very lazy author.
I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn’t done it properly.
And so there is magic.
I learned to write by writing.
Most of us only find our own voices after we’ve sounded like a lot of other people.