Fragile things
av Neil Gaiman (forfatter).
Headline 2006 Heftet
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This is the author's second collection of short fiction. These stories will dazzle your senses, haunt your imagination and move you to the very depths of your soul.
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This is the author's second collection of short fiction. These stories will dazzle your senses, haunt your imagination and move you to the very depths of your soul.
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Utgivelsesår 2006
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ISBN13 9780755334131
EAN 9780755334131
Språk Engelsk
Utgave 1
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Hege siterer Fragile things av Neil Gaiman (side 4)
09:16, 24. september 2011 Ingen har det som favoritt.
It seemed like a fine title for a book of short stories. There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
Hege siterer Fragile things av Neil Gaiman (side 207)
09:23, 24. september 2011 Ingen har det som favoritt.
She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immidiately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.
Writing's a lot like cooking. Sometimes the cake won't rise, no matter what you do, and every now and again the cake tastes better than you ever could have dreamed it would.
Of course, fairy tales are transmissible. You can catch them, or be infected by them. They are the currency that we share with those who walked the world before ever we were here. (Telling stories to my children that I was, in my turn, told by my parents and grandparents makes feel part of something special and odd, part of the continuous stream of life itself.) My daughter Maddy, who was two when I wrote this for her, is now eleven, and we still share stories, but they are now on television or films. We read the same books and talk about them, but I no longer read them to her, and even that was a poor replacement for telling her stories out of my head.
I believe we owe it to each other to tell stories. It's as close to a credo as I have or will, I suspect, ever get.
I love dreams. I know enough about them to know that dream logic is not story logic, and that you can rarely bring a dream back as a tale: it will have transformed from gold into leaves, from silk to cobwebs, on waking.
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