Nothing is harmless. Nothing is too cute and sweet to be dangerous. Nothing is safe.
— The Sandman: The Kindly Ones, Neil Gaiman (via kurokovampire)
Young women should not go alone on dark nights, even in Oxfordshire. But any prowling maniac would have had more than his work cut out if he had accosted Anathema Device. She was a witch, after all. And precisely because she was a witch, and therefore sensible, she put little faith in protective amulets and spells; she saved it all for the foot-long bread knife which she kept in her belt.
— Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman (via sigewif)
When I was a child, adults would tell me not to make things up, warning me of what would happen if I did. As far as I can tell so far, it seems to involve lots of foreign travel and not having to get up too early in the morning.
— Neil Gaiman (via dissentients)
have you ever been in love? horrible, isn’t it? it makes you so vulnerable. it opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
— Neil Gaiman, The Sandman (via shhannnon)
(Source: perfectionisms)
Remember your name. Do not lose hope—what you seek will be found. Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn. Trust dreams. Trust your heart, and trust your story.
— Neil Gaiman (via misswallflower)
When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. “It’s all right” we whisper, “I’m here, I love you.” and we lie: “I’ll never leave you.” For just a moment or two the darkness doesn’t seem so bad.
— Neil Gaiman (via misswallflower)
Nothing’s changed. You’ll go home. You’ll be bored. You’ll be ignored. No one will listen to you, really listen to you. You’re too clever and too quiet for them to understand. They don’t even get your name right.
— Coraline, Neil Gaiman (via neilgaiman)
(Source: a-localnative)
These things must be done according to the rules,” said Czernobog. “All things have rules.
— American Gods, Neil Gaiman (via neilgaiman)
My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.
— Stardust. (via angelwithanerfgun)
(Source: itslikeamericabutsouth)
