A short story is the ultimate close-up magic trick -- a couple of thousand words to take you around the universe or break your heart.
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Shadow looked down at the girl on the table. “What happened to her?” he asked. “Poor taste in boyfriends,” said Jacquel. “It’s not always fatal.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Sometimes poor choices in romantic partners can lead to dire consequences.
In this quote, Neil Gaiman highlights the impact that choices in relationships can have on a person's life. It suggests that selecting the wrong partner can lead to unfortunate situations, though they are not always fatal. This reflects the complexities of human relationships and the potential risks involved in our emotional connections.
Themes
RelationshipsBoyfriendsChoicesConsequencesLove
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a discussion about the importance of choosing the right partner in a relationship.
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