I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are.

Neil Gaiman

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I'm bored," she said. "Learn how to tap-dance," he suggested, wit... by Neil Gaiman

I'm bored," she said. "Learn how to tap-dance," he suggested, without turning around.

tap-dance bored said

Stories are webs, interconnected strand to strand, and you follow each story to the center, because the center is the end. Each person is a strand of the story.

persons ends stories

Every hour wounds. The last one kills. by Neil Gaiman

Every hour wounds. The last one kills.

american-gods hours lasts

Shadow had heard too many people telling each other not to repress their feelings, to let their emotions out, let the pain go. Shadow thought there was a lot to be said for bottling up emotions. If you did it long enough and deep enough, he suspected, pretty soon you wouldn't feel anything at all.

pain long people

Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.

american-gods people ideas

We have to get the... the thing I got... to the Angel. And then he'll tell Door about her family, and he'll tell me how to get home." Lamia looked at Hunter with delight. "And he can give you brains," she said, cheerfully, "and me a heart.

angel home heart

What's it like then?" asked Old Bailey. "Being dead?" The marquis sighed. And then he twisted his lips up into a smile, and with a glitter of his old self, he replied, "Live long enough, Old Bailey, and you can find out for yourself.

glitter self long

It's like you said the other day," said Adam. "You grow up readin' about pirates and cowboys and spacemen and stuff, and jus' when you think the world's full of amazin' things, they tell you it's really all dead whales and chopped-down forests and nucular waste hangin' about for millions of years. 'Snot worth growin' up for, if you ask my opinion.

cowboy growing-up thinking

The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names.

names heart memories

We...we could be friends.' We COULD be rare specimens of an exotic breed of dancing African elephants, but we're not. At least, I'M not.

elephants cat dancing

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.

games believe lying

Dreams are hopes, and echoes of hope. by Neil Gaiman

Dreams are hopes, and echoes of hope.

echoes dream

Nobody's seen Jesus in years. by Neil Gaiman

Nobody's seen Jesus in years.

years jesus

I was not so old that I would deny my own senses. by Neil Gaiman

I was not so old that I would deny my own senses.

senses deny my-own

Bod quite liked crows. He thought they were funny and he liked the way they helped to keep the graveyard tidy.

graveyard crow way

Now Coraline," said Miss Spink, "what's your name?" "Coraline," said Coraline. "And we don't know each other, do we?" Coraline looked at the thin young woman with black button eyes and shook her head slowly.

eye missing names

I don't think you should ever insult people unintentionally: if you're doing it, you ought to mean it.

mean people thinking

Some of us claim that he was a messiah, and some think that he was just a man with very special powers. But that misses the point. Whatever he was, he changed the world.

missing men thinking

I asked him if it were a mirage, and he said yes. I said it was a dream, and he agreed, But said it was the desert's dream not his. And he told me that in a year or so, when he had aged enough for any man, then he would walk into the wind, until he saw the tents. This time, he said, he would go on with them.

dream men years

There are four simple ways for the observant to tell Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar apart: first, Mr. Vandemar is two and a half heads taller than Mr. Croup; second, Mr. Croup has eyes of a faded china blue, while Mr. Vandemar's eyes are brown; third, while Mr. Vandemar fashioned the rings he wears on his right hand out of the skulls of four ravens, Mr. Croup has no obvious jewelery; fourth, Mr. Croup likes words, while Mr. Vandemar is always hungry. Also, they look nothing at all alike.

eye simple blue