Opet predstavljamo Neila Gaimana, dobitnika 3 Huga, 2 Nebule, 1 World Fantasy Award, 4 Bram Stoker Award, 9 Locusa, 1 British Fantasy Award, 2 British SF Awards, 4 Geffena, 1 International Horror Guild Award, 2 Mythopoeic Awards. Pokušajte sve to izgovoriti u jednom dahu.

• How To Talk To Girls At Parties
  (nominacija za Huga 2007)
  

“Come on,” said Vic. “It’ll be great.”
“No, it won’t,” I said, although I’d lost this fight hours ago, and I knew it.
“It’ll be brilliant,” said Vic, for the hundredth time. “Girls! Girls! Girls!” He grinned with white teeth.
We both attended an all- boys’ school in south London. While it would be a lie to say that we had no experience with girls—Vic seemed to have had many girlfriends, while I had kissed three of my sister’s friends—it would, I think, be perfectly true to say that we both chiefly spoke to, interacted with, and only truly understood, other boys. Well, I did, anyway. It’s hard to speak for someone else, and I’ve not seen Vic for thirty years. I’m not sure that I would know what to say to him now if I did.

• I, Chthulu
  or What’s A Tentacle-Faced Thing Like Me Doing In A Sunken City Like This (Latitude 47 ° 9’ S, Longitude 126 ° 43’ W)?

Cthulhu, they call me. Great Cthulhu.
Nobody can pronounce it right.
Are you writing this down? Every word? Good. Where shall I start…mm?
Very well, then. The beginning. Write this down, Whateley.

I was spawned uncounted aeons ago, in the dark mists of Khhaa’yngnaiih (no, of course I don’t know how to spell it. Write it as it sounds), of nameless nightmare parents, under a gibbous moon…

• Where do you get your ideas?
  Najgore pitanje za sve autore. Neil odgovara.
  

Every profession has its pitfalls. Doctors, for example, are always being asked for free medical advice, lawyers are asked for legal information, morticians are told how interesting a profession that must be and then people change the subject fast. And writers are asked where we get our ideas from.

• SIMCITY
  Neilova razmišljnja o gradovima

There are good cities — the ones that welcome you, that seem to care about you, that seem pleased you’re in them. There are indifferent cities — the ones that honestly don’t care if you’re there or not; cities with their own agendas, the ones that ignore people. There are cities gone bad, and there are places in otherwise healthy cities as rotten and maggoty as windfall apples. There are even cities that seem lost — some, lacking a centre, feel like they would be happier being elsewhere, somewhere smaller, somewhere easier to understand.