Charlotte Reads Classics

Slowly, slowly, she sipped a sentence.

Reasons Gaiman is Awesome

“There was a moment of hesitation, and then her mouth opened against his, and her tongue slid into his mouth, and he was, under the strange stars, utterly, irrevocably, lost.”

“Few of us have seen the stars as folk saw them then – our cities and towns cast too much light into the night – but from the village of Wall, the stars were laid out like worlds or like ideas, uncountable as the trees in a forest or the leaves on a tree.”

“She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.”

Neil Gaiman, Stardust


What makes one so happy is the presence of something unstable in the heart, something one contrives constantly to keep in a state of stability, and which one is hardly even aware of as long as it remains like that.
Marcel Proust on love, In Search of Lost Time: In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower


Perhaps there is only a single mind, in which everybody has a share, a mind to which all of us look, isolated though each of us is within a private body, just as at the theatre where, though every spectator sits in a separate place, there is only one stage.
Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time: In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower