Neil Gaiman, fully Neil Richard Gaiman

Neil
Gaiman, fully Neil Richard Gaiman
1960

English Author of Short Fiction, Novels, Comic Books, Graphic Novels, Audio Theatre and Films. Notable works include the comic book series, 'The Sandman' and novels including 'Stardust', 'American Gods', 'Coraline' and 'The Graveyard Book'. Winner of the Newbery Medal and Carnegie Medal in Literature

Author Quotes

Douglas Adams ... understood media, understood change. He essentially described the first ebooks long before most commuter trains were filled with people reading on them. And he also perceived why, even though most commuter trains are a hundred percent people with ebooks, there will always be physical books and a healthy market for physical books ? because, Douglas told me, "books are sharks." There were sharks back when there were dinosaurs... And now, there are sharks. And the reason that there are still sharks ? hundreds of millions of years after the first sharks turned up ? is that nothing has turned up that is better at being a shark than a shark is.

Ebooks are absolutely fantastic at being several books and a newspaper; they're really good portable bookshelves, that's why they're great on trains. But books are much better at being books...

Helen's story is a true story, and this is what we learn from it ? that stories are worth risking your life for; they're worth dying for. Written stories and oral stories both offer escape ? escape from somewhere, escape to somewhere.

I can guarantee that copy of the first Sandmanomnibus still works.

I think the biggest problem that we have ... is that we have gone from a scarcity-based information economy to a glut information economy. In the old days, finding the thing that you needed was like finding the flower in the desert ? you'd have to go out into the desert and find the flower. And now, it's like finding the flower in the jungle ? or worse, finding the flower in the flower gardens? The task becomes finding the good stuff, for whatever your definition of "good stuff" is ? and your definition of "good stuff" might be some horribly specialized form of Harry Potter slash.

You're no help, he told the lime. This was unfair. It was only a lime; there was nothing special about it at all. It was doing the best it could.

You're sick. Sick and evil and weird.

You're weird,' she said. 'You don't have any friends.' 'I didn't come here for friends,' said Bod truthfully. I came here to learn.' Mo's nose twitched. Do you know how weird that is?' she asked. Nobody comes to school to learn. I mean, you come because you have to.

You're always you, and that don't change, and you're always changing, and there's nothing you can do about it.

You're brave. You are the bravest person I know, and you are my friend. I don't care if you are imaginary.

You're Hell's Angels, then? What chapter are you from?'

You wouldn't die in here, nothing ever dies in here, but if you stayed here for too long, after a while just a little of you would exist everywhere, all spread out. And that's not a good thing. Never enough of you all together in one place, so there wouldn't be anything left that would think of itself as an 'I.' No point of view any longer, because you'd be an infinite sequence of views and of points...

You wouldn't have to wash, said Brian, whose parents forced him to wash a great deal more than he thought could possibly be healthy. Not that it did any good. There was something basically ground in about Brian.

You, she told him, are so full of shit, it's a wonder your eyes don't turn brown.

You?re as plain as the nose on your face, said Mr. Pennyworth. And your nose is remarkably obvious. As is the rest of your face, young man. As are you. For the sake of all that is holy, empty your mind. Now. You are an empty alleyway. You are a vacant doorway. You are nothing. Eyes will not see you. Minds will not hold you. Where you are is nothing and nobody.

You?re going back? asked Bod. Things that had been immutable were changing. You?re really leaving? But. You?re my guardian.

You?ve a good heart, she told him. Sometimes that?s enough to see you safe wherever you go. Then she shook her head. But mostly, it?s not.

You?ve got to admit it?s a bit of a pantomime, though, said Crawly. I mean, pointing out the Tree and saying ?Don?t Touch? in big letters. Not very subtle, is it? I mean, why not put it on top of a high mountain or a long way off? Makes you wonder what He?s really planning.

You'll think this is a bit silly, but I'm a bit--well, I have a thing about birds. What, a phobia? Sort of. Well, that's the common term for an irrational fear of birds. What do they call a rational fear of birds, then?

Young man, he said, understand this: there are two Londons. There's London Above?that's where you lived?and then there's London Below?the Underside?inhabited by the people who fell through the cracks in the world. Now you're one of them. Good night.

You're a big one... a tall drink of water, but I got to tell you, you don't look too bright. I got a son, stupid as a man who bought his stupid at a two-for-one sale, and you remind me of him.

You're a poem?' I repeated. She chewed her lower lip. 'If you want. I am a poem, or I am a pattern, or a race of people whose whose world was swallowed by the sea.' 'Isn't it hard to be three things at the same time?' 'What's your name?' 'Enn.' 'So you are Enn,' she said. 'And you are a male. And you are a biped. Is it hard to be three things at the same time?

You will hear that she has left the country, that there was a gift she wanted you to have, but it is lost before it reaches you. Late one night the telephone will sign, and a voice that might be hers will say something that you cannot interpret before the connection crackles and is broken. Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone in a doorway who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time your persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. Whenever it rains, you will think of her.

You will learn more from a glorious failure than ever you will from something that you never finished.

You shone like a star. The funniest, wisest writer and the finest friend.

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First Name
Neil
Last Name
Gaiman, fully Neil Richard Gaiman
Birth Date
1960
Bio

English Author of Short Fiction, Novels, Comic Books, Graphic Novels, Audio Theatre and Films. Notable works include the comic book series, 'The Sandman' and novels including 'Stardust', 'American Gods', 'Coraline' and 'The Graveyard Book'. Winner of the Newbery Medal and Carnegie Medal in Literature