Neil Gaiman

If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And the summer that never ends.

I don’t see what’s so terrific about creating people as people and then gettin’ upset ‘cos they act like people.

They all do the same things. They may think their sins are original, but for the most part they are petty and repetitive.

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.

Most of the members of the convent were old-fashioned Satanists, like their parents and grandparents before them. They'd been brought up to it and weren't, when you got right down to it, particularly evil. Human beings mostly aren't. They just get carried away by new ideas, like dressing up in jackboots and shooting people, or dressing up in white sheets and lynching people, or dressing up in15tie-dye jeans andplaying guitars at people. Offer people a new creed with a costume and their hearts and minds will follow.

She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.

When you don't know where you're going it always seems longer — you ever notice that? First time takes forever, and then ever after it's over in a flash.

So you all remember: just because you’re small, doesn’t mean you got no power.

Aziraphale. The Enemy, of course. But an enemy for six thousand years now, which made him a sort of friend.

No world. Just endless Heaven or, depending who won, endless Hell. Crowley didn’t know which was worse.

“You musn’t be afraid of the dark.’
‘I’m not,’ said Shadow. ‘I’m afraid of the people in the dark.”

There was only one guy in the whole Bible Jesus ever personally promised a place with him in Paradise. Not Peter, not Paul, not any of those guys. He was a convicted thief, being executed. So don't knock the guys on death row. Maybe they know something you don't.

In time you will remember even this moment with fondness.

It has been said that civilization is twenty-four hours and two meals away from barbarism.