Quotes From "Neverwhere" By Neil Gaiman

There are little pockets of old time in London, where things and places stay the same, like bubbles in amber, ” she explained. “There’s a lot of time in London, and it has to go somewhere–it doesn’t all get used up at once.” “I may still be hung over, ” sighed Richard. “That almost made sense. Neil Gaiman

The Marquis sighed. "I thought it was just a legend, " he said. "Like the alligators in the sewers of New York City."Old Bailey nodded, sagely: "What, the big white buggers? They're down there. I had a friend lost a head to one of them." A moment of silence. Old Naeiley handed the statue back to the Marquis. Then he raised his hand, and snapped it, like a crocodile hand, at the Carabas. "It was OK, " gurned Old Bailey with a grin that was most terrible to behold. "He had another. Neil Gaiman

Now me, ” said Mr. Vandemar.“What number am I thinking of?” “I beg your pardon?” “What number am I thinking of?” repeated Mr. Vandemar. “It’s between one and a lot, ” he added, helpfully. Neil Gaiman

The abbot cleared his throat. "You are all very stupid people, " he told them graciously, "and you do not know anything at all. Neil Gaiman

Sometimes there is nothing you can do. Neil Gaiman

Richard began to understand darkness: darkness as something solid and real, so much more than a simple absence of light. He felt it touch his skin, questing, moving, exploring: gliding through his mind. It slipped into his lungs, behind his eyes, into his mouth... Neil Gaiman

So the day became one of waiting, which was, he knew, a sin: moments were to be experienced; waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregarding. (Quindi il giorno divenne un giorno d'attesa, cosa che era, lo sapeva bene, un peccato: i momenti devono essere sperimentati; aspettare è un peccato contro il tempo che deve ancora venire e contro gli istanti presenti che vengono trascurati.) . Neil Gaiman

A table for TONIGHT should certainly have been booked years before-perhaps, it was implied, by Richard's parents. A table for TONIGHT was impossible: if the pope, the prime minister, and the president of France arrived this evening without a confirmed reservation, even they would be turned out into the street with a continental jeer. Neil Gaiman

Darkness is happening, " said the leather woman, very quietly. "Night is happening. All the nightmares that have come out when the sun goes down, since the cave times, when we huddled together in fear for safety and for warmth, are happening. Now. Neil Gaiman

The thin girl was gulping down one of Richard's bananas in what was, Richard reflected, the least erotic display of banana-eating he had ever seen. Neil Gaiman

What a refreshing mind you have, young man. There really is nothing quite like total ignorance, is there? Neil Gaiman

I have always felt, ” he said, “that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats Neil Gaiman

The marquis de Carabas was not a good man, and he knew himself well enough to be perfectly certain that he was not a brave man. He had long since decided that the world, Above or Below, was a place that wished to be deceived, and, to this end, he had named himself from a lie in a fairy tale, and created himself--his clothes, his manner, his carriage--as a grand joke. There was a dull pain in his wrists and his feet, and he was finding it harder and harder to breathe. There was nothing more to be gained by feigning unconsciousness, and he raised his head, as best he could, and spat a gob of scarlet blood into Mr. Vandemar's face. It was a brave thing to do, he thought. And a stupid one. Perhaps they would have let him die quietly, if he had not done that. Now, he had no doubt, they would hurt him more. And perhaps his death would come the quicker for it. . Neil Gaiman

Until that moment she had never thought she could do it. Never thought she would be brave enough or scared enough, or desperate enough to dare. Neil Gaiman

That's right, " said Door. Her cheek lightly grazed and her dirty reddish hair was tangled; tangled but not matted. And her eyes... Richard realized that he could not tell what color her eyes were. They were not blue, or green, or brown, or gray; they reminded him of fire opals: there were burning greens and blues, and even reds and yellows that vanished and glinted as she moved. Neil Gaiman

She smiled again. "Do you like cat?" she said." Yes, " said Richard. "I quite like cats." Anaesthesia looked relieved. "Thigh?" she asked, "or breast? Neil Gaiman

The marquis stared at Richard, openly amused. "What a refreshing mind you have, young man, " he said. "There really is nothing quite like total ignorance, is there? Neil Gaiman

What, " asked Mr Croup, "do you want?"" What, " asked the Marquis de Carabas, a little more rhetorically, "does anyone want?"" Dead things, " suggested Mr Vandemar. "Extra teeth. Neil Gaiman

I mean, maybe I am crazy. I mean, maybe. But if this is all there is, then I don't want to be sane. Neil Gaiman

After four days of flight, she had found a hiding place... Neil Gaiman

So life isn't exciting?" continued Gary. "Great. Give me boredom. At least I know where I'm going to eat and sleep tonight. I'll still have a job on Monday. Yeah?" He turned and looked at Richard.Richard nodded, hesitantly. "Yeah. Neil Gaiman

Give me boredom. At least I know where I'm going to eat and sleep tonight. Neil Gaiman

Three years in London had not changed Richard, although it had changed the way he perceived the city. Richard had originally imagined London as a gray city, even a black city, from pictures he had seen, and he was surprised to find it filled with color. It was a city of red brick and white stone, red buses and large black taxis, bright red mailboxes and green grassy parks and cemeteries. It was a city in which the very old and the awkwardly new jostled each other, not uncomfortably, but without respect; a city of shops and offices and restaurants and homes, of parks and churches, of ignored monuments and remarkably unpalatial palaces; a city of hundreds of districts with strange names - Crouch End, Chalk Farm, Earl's Court, Marble Arch - and oddly distinct identities; a noisy, dirty, cheerful, troubled city, which fed on tourists, needed them as it despised them, in which the average speed of transportation through the city had not increased in three hundred years, following five hundred years of fitful road-widening and unskillful compromises between the needs of traffic, whether horse-drawn, or, more recently, motorized, and the need of pedestrians; a city inhabited by and teeming with people of every color and manner and kind. . Neil Gaiman

People tell you so much more when they know you're just about to be dead . and then they talk around you, when you are. Neil Gaiman