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.
Neil GaimanRead
I will write in words of fire. I will write them on your skin. I will write about desire. Write beginnings, write of sin. You’re the book I love the best, your skin only holds my truth, you will be a palimpsest lines of age rewriting youth. You will not burn upon the pyre. Or be buried on the shelf. You’re my letter to desire: And you’ll never read yourself. I will trace each word and comma As the final dusk descends, You’re my tale of dreams and drama, Let us find out how it ends.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote explores the profound connection between the speaker and a beloved, expressing their desire to immortalize their love through writing.
In this quote, Neil Gaiman captures the essence of love as a powerful and creative force, where the act of writing becomes a way to express deep emotions and shared experiences. The speaker uses vivid imagery to convey the idea that the beloved is not only a source of inspiration but also a canvas for their thoughts, desires, and truths, suggesting that love transcends time and permanence. The metaphor of a palimpsest illustrates how past experiences can be rewritten and enriched by new ones, emphasizing the evolving nature of love and the stories we create together.
Themes
LoveWritingDesireTruthConnectionEmotions
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be shared at a wedding to express the depth of love between partners.
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