The View from the Cheap Seats: Selected Nonfiction

by Neil Gaiman

Books are the way that the dead communicate with us.

Fiction is the lie that tells the truth, after all.

This room and the things in it, and all the other things in this building, in this city, exist because, over and over and over, people imagined things. They daydreamed, they pondered, they made things that didn’t quite work, they described things that didn’t yet exist to people who laughed at them. And then, in time, they succeeded. Political movements, personal movements, all begin with people imagining another way of existing.