The thing that comes to my house does not come every night. But it comes most night: we know it by the wounds on the cat, and the pain I can see in those leonine eyes. He has lost the use of his front left paw, and his right eye has closed for good.
I wonder what we did to deserve the Black Cat. I wonder who sent him. And, selfish and scared, I wonder how much more he has to give.
~ The Price, Neil Gaiman
I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy. The custard was sweet and creamy in my mouth, the dark swollen currants in the spotted dick were tangy in the cake-thick chewy blandness of the pudding, and perhaps I was going to die that night and perhaps I would never go home again, but it was a good dinner, and I had faith in Lettie Hempstock.
~ The Ocean At The End Of The Lane, Neil Gaiman
‘Sleep my little babby-oh
Sleep until you waken
When you wake you’ll see the world
If I’m not mistaken…’
‘Kiss a lover
Dance a measure,
Find your name
And buried treasure…’
‘Face your life
Its pain, its pleasure,
Leave no path untaken’
~The Graveyard Book, Neil Gaiman
Fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes. And then in the tale we stop before we die, or we die vicariously and unharmed, and in the world beyond the tale we turn the page or close the book, and we resume our lives.
~ American Gods, Neil Gaiman
It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people.
~ Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch; Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett