I’m willing to make a fool out of myself in public. I’m also willing to make those mistakes that you’re going to make the first time you go out, so hopefully the next time it will be better.
You have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.
People take on the shapes of the songs and the stories that surround them, especially if they don’t have their own song.
Sister Mary chose that moment to come in with the tea. Satanist or not, she’d also found a plate and arranged some iced biscuits on it.
We make choices. No one else can live our lives for us. And we must confront and accept the consequences of our actions.
People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales.
We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, cover them in bright lies or with the thick dust of forgetfulness.
Of course you don’t believe in fairies. You’re fifteen. You think I believed in fairies at fifteen? Took me until I was at least a hundred and forty. Hundred and fifty, maybe. Anyway, he wasn’t a fairy. He was a librarian. All right?
There are a lot of artists who’ve said they’d like to work with me. To be honest, I’m not sure there is such a thing as an inappropriate artist. The trick is matching the artist with a story.
In Hollywood, lying is something that people do like breathing.
Stories are the things that allow us to persuade each other that we’re human.
One thing that I get from a lot of people with American Gods is people saying that they would love some kind of glossary with a list of all the Gods and who they are, so that they can look them up.
For me, the glory of my first 25 years as a writer was I could put things off as long as I wanted.
You can buy a book new, buy it in hardback or wait for the paperback, find it used or as a collectible. I don’t mind. What I care about most is that people are reading.
That’s sexism, that is. Going around giving people girly presents just because they’re a girl.
Trees there were, old as trees can be, huge and grasping with hearts black as sin. Strange trees that some said walked in the night.
Even if your goose habitually lays golden eggs, it will still be cooked.
The Time Lords really didn’t like genocide. I’m not too keen on it myself. It’s the potential you’re killing off. What if, one day, there was a good Dalek? What if...
Leave no path untaken.
Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called.