Neil Gaiman

It was also, they added, Very Now, which was important in a town in which an hour ago was Ancient History.

By the time Victoria was seventeen, and Tristan also, she was in all probability, he was certain, the most beautiful girl in the British Isles. Tristran would have insisted on the most beautiful girl in the entire British Empire, if not the world, and boxed you, or been prepared to, had you argued with him. You would have been hard-pressed to find anyone in Wall who would have argued with him, though; she turned many heads and, in all probability, broke many hearts.

“You’ve a good heart,” she told him. “Sometimes that’s enough to see you safe wherever you go.” Then she shook her head. “But mostly, it’s not.”

Unimpressed was his default state.

He had gone beyond the world of metaphor and simile into the place of things that are, and it was changing him.

The world is always ending, for someone.

I don't believe in Apocalypses. I believe in Apocatastases. I think it may be the title for The Film. It's a bitch to pronounce, and no-one knows what it means, but otherwise it's a great title.

Apocatastasis. What it means:

1) Restoration, re-establishment, renovation

2) Return to a previous condition

3) (Astronomy) Return to the same apparent position, completion of a period of revolution.

Think about it.

We are always living in the final days. What have you got? A hundred years or much, much less until the end of your world.

In Hollywood the man who cleans your pool is an actor. The man who sells you your copy of Variety is an actor. I don't think there's a real person left in the place.

“I have always felt,” he said, “that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats the final sanctuary of the terminally inept.”

We live in a world in which the only utopian visions arrive in commercial breaks: magical visions of an impossibly hospitable world, peopled by bright-eyed attractive men, women, children... Where nobody dies... In my worlds people died. And I thought that was honest. I thought I was being honest.