fantasy

There is no such thing as grown ups.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

If I could talk about it, I would not have to do it. I make art.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I wondered, as I wondered so often when I was that age, who I was, and what exactly was looking at the face in the mirror. If the face I was looking at wasn’t me, because I would still be me whatever happened to my face, then what was me?

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Peas baffled me. I could not understand why grown-ups would take things that tasted so good when they were freshly-picked and raw, and put them in tin cans, and make them revolting.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

She was also an adult, and when adults fight children, adults always win.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

They could not truly look dead, because they did not ever look alive.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I finally made friends with my father when I entered my twenties. We had so little in common when I was a boy, and I am certain I had been a disappointment to him. He did not ask for a child with a book, off in its own world. He wanted a son who did what he had done; swam and boxed and played rugby, and drove cars at speed with abandon and joy, but that was not what he wound up with.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I was not scared of anything, when I read my book.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Small children believe themselves to be gods, or some of them do, and they can only be satisfied when the rest of the world goes along with their way of seeing things.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I couldn’t get you to the ocean, but there was nothing stopping me bringing the ocean to you.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

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