Neil Gaiman Quotes

I never got to the point when I felt like running away from it all.

If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.

I think we were trying to get off Combat from the moment we were on Combat.

Sometimes...I just want to run away from it all

He sounded harassed more than anything else, like mass home invasion was just something standing between him and morning coffee.

One who sings with his tongue on fire, gargles in the rat race choir.

I will put on my shoes and shirt and get out of here - it'll be better for all of us.

Don't you ever feel that - that you just need to get away? From everything? That it's all too much?

There's a lot of political things happening out there that I'd really have to get away from.

And I just can't live in this present. I would go mad if I did.

For really, dreaming is the well-mannered people's way of committing suicide.

Prowling about the rooms, sitting down, getting up, stirring the fire, looking out the window, teasing my hair, sitting down to write, writing nothing, writing something and tearing it up...

Escapology has one thing going for it that probably made Harry Houdini such a superstar in his day and a legend in the present. Everyone wants to escape from something. Taxes, contracts, illness, work, the multitude of burdens that we chafe under are shadows from which we want to escape.

Envy has the ugliness of a trapped rat that has gnawed its own foot in its effort to escape.

Our genius ain't appreciated around here... let's scram!

I can't sleep. Too many thoughts running through my useless head.

If you're having a bad day already and everybody is just asking you petty questions, it drives people to the edge, or something really small will have a really large effect.

Where is the coffee emoji where is the coffee emoji aaaah yes in the bell section of course

You collect impressions from people, from life, from your own daydreams.

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

I stood for almost an hour in a line of shuffling, bitter - eyed late mailers (Christmas is such a carefree, low - pressure time - that's one of the things I love about it).

Dreaming is very pleasant as long as you are not forced to put your dreams into practice.

It was clear they weren’t getting any information out of Ian tonight. She, Bones, and Cat followed as Spade supported Ian, almost carrying him up the stairs to then dump him on the bed in a guest room. “Before you go, mate, turn on the telly. Something raunchy, too. Think I’ll rub one off before I sleep.

I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.

Even the solitude, I've actually grown to quite like... I do like the feeling of getting into my little car, knowing for the next couple of hours I'll have only the roads, the big gray sky and my daydreams for company.