Whole Sort of General Mish Mash

amandapalmer:

it’s funny to be able to tweet this, because it sounds so epic, but: neil gaiman is writing sandman.

dfa;dga;lfjas;fgjasfogijafoaijdf

fawkesthetimelord:

I was reading Odd and the Frost Giants on iBooks and

Someone go help that fellow.

(via neil-gaiman)

neil-gaiman:

Amazing Book Covers: American Gods by Neil Gaiman

Foreign book covers make me so happy.

neil-gaiman:

Mr. Gaiman, I am having a very hard time deciding between two books, both from Barnes and noble’s classics collection. One is your own, “American Gods”, and the other is the collection of Ernest Hemingway. Seeing as, to the best of my knowledge, only one of you two fine gentlemen is currently able to answer this question, to settle my dispute I will ask you. Which of you two would win in a bout of fisticuffs?

 zkaysol

If the bout of fisticuffs were to be held now, I would win, because I am alive.

If it were to be held while Mr Hemingway and I were both alive, he would win, because I was only nine months old when he died, and a nine month old baby, no matter how well trained in the manly arts, will always be beaten by a full-sized, 61 year old author.

Unless the baby is also a ninja, obviously.

UNLESS THE BABY IS ALSO A NINJA.

Obviously.

spectralradiance:

“There’s a tale in the Caballa that suggests that the Angel of Death is so beautiful that on finally seeing it (or him, or her) you fall in love so hard, so fast, that your soul is pulled out through your eyes.

I like that story.

There’s an Islamic story that declares that the Angel of Death has huge wings covered in eyes, and that as each mortal dies one of its eyes closes, just for a moment.

I like that story too, and take pleasure in imagining huge wings, and a ripple of ever-opening, ever-closing beautiful eyes.

And there’s a touch of wish fulfillment in there too. I didn’t want a Death who agonised over her role, or who took a grim delight in her job, or who didn’t care. I wanted a Death that I’d like to meet, in the end. Someone who would care.

Like her.”

—Neil Gaiman

Task accomplished.

(Source: them-witches, via kateordie)

neilgaiman:

pusheen:

Dream should know better. No one bothers me while I’m sleeping!

(So excited about this!)

even pusheen is excited!

(via neil-gaiman)

neil-gaiman:

Psst. News.

(It has been hard to keep this a secret for the last 18 months… But somehow we did.)

He answered my question!

He acknowledged my existence!

frakkingmuggles:

The Man Who Forgot Ray Bradbury

By Neil Gaiman

(via fuckyeahgaiman)

neil-gaiman:

The Man Who Forgot Ray Bradbury

By Neil Gaiman

I am forgetting things, which scares me.

I am losing words, although I am not losing concepts. I hope that I am not losing concepts. If I am losing concepts, I am not aware of it. If I am losing concepts, how would I know?

Which is funny, because my memory was always so good. Everything was in there. Sometimes my memory was so good that I even thought I could remember things I didn’t know yet. Remembering forward …

I don’t think there’s a word for that, is there? Remembering things that haven’t happened yet. I don’t have that feeling I get when I go looking in my head for a word that isn’t there, as if someone must have come and taken it in the night.

(Read the rest of it here.) (Listen to it all read by me here.)