In my dream, it was the tongue of what is, and anything spoken in it becomes real, because nothing said in that language can be a lie. It is the most basic building brick of everything.
Nobody actually looks like what they really are on the inside.
If the same object from two different times touches itself, one of two things will happen. Either the Universe will cease to exist. Or three remarkable dwarfs will dance through the streets with flowerpots on their heads.
Whenever it rains you will think of her.
Fear is contagious. You can catch it.
There are so many places we have not yet seen. So many people still to meet.
You need more than a beginning if you’re going to start a book. If all you have is a beginning, then once you’ve written that beginning, you have nowhere to go.
The ideas aren’t that important. Really they aren’t. Everyone’s got an idea for a book, a movie, a story, a TV series.
Dahling, when God put teeth in your mouth, he ruined a perfectly good arsehole.
I loved the sound of the words, even if I was not entirely sure what all of them meant.
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.