September 6, 2011
August 12, 2011
“ Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night. Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach. Does that answer your questions, Doctor?
August 11, 2011
“ “My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.”
Neil Gaiman, English author of short fiction, novels, comic books, graphic novels, audio theatre and films
(Source: amiquote)
August 10, 2011
“ “This isn’t about what is,” said Mr. Nancy.
“It’s about what people think is. It’s all imaginary anyway. That’s why it’s important. People only fight over imaginary things.”
“It’s about what people think is. It’s all imaginary anyway. That’s why it’s important. People only fight over imaginary things.”
Neil Gaiman, English author of short fiction, novels, comic books, graphic novels, audio theatre and films, American Gods, William Morrow, 2001 (via amiquote)
August 9, 2011
“ There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
Neil Gaiman (via kari-shma)
(via quote-book)
August 8, 2011
“ “I have always felt that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats the last sanctuary of the terminally inept.”
Neil Gaiman, English author of short fiction, novels, comic books, graphic novels, audio theatre and films, Neverwhere (via amiquote)
August 7, 2011
“ I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.
Robert Fulghum (All I Really Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten)
(Source: thresca, via quote-book)
August 6, 2011
“ “A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?”
Pointless, really…”Do the stars gaze back?” Now that’s a question.”
Pointless, really…”Do the stars gaze back?” Now that’s a question.”
Neil Gaiman, English author of short fiction, novels, comic books, graphic novels, audio theatre and films (via amiquote)
August 5, 2011
“ “Potentially evil. Potentially good, too, I suppose. Just this huge powerful potentiality waiting to be shaped.”
Neil Gaiman, English author of short fiction, novels, comic books, graphic novels, audio theatre and films, Good Omens, Gollancz, 1990 (via amiquote)
August 4, 2011
“ “It is a small world. You do not have to live in it particularly long to learn that for yourself. There is a theory that, in the whole world, there are only five hundred real people (the cast, as it were; all the rest of the people in the world, the theory suggests, are extras) and what is more, they all know each other. And it’s true, or true as far as it goes. In reality the world is made of thousands upon thousands of groups of about five hundred people, all of whom will spend their lives bumping into each other, trying to avoid each other, and discovering each other in the same unlikely teashop in Vancouver. There is an unavoidability to this process. It’s not even coincidence. It’s just the way the world works, with no regard for individuals or for propriety.”
Neil Gaiman, English author of short fiction, novels, comic books, graphic novels, audio theatre and films, Anansi Boys, Morrow, 2005 (via amiquote)
