Have You Ever Been In Love?
No. Don’t worry I am not going to sing the faous single from Celine Dion here. (I might someday… I need to practise on that nice voice of mine), NO this is something else. I was just wondering on my friend’s blog, Kenshin, and I found a nice entry, called Hate Love. It is written by Neil Gaiman. He is one of my favourite authors, though I am not sure I have read these lines before. I am surely getting this book.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love”.
- Neil Gaiman
Source, The character “Rose Walker” in The Sandman #65
Brilliant ain’t it? 
That man rocks. I am reading NeverWhere from him and I have seen stardust. I will be finding the source of this and reading that soon…
UPDATES :-
I went on searching for the source, and I have found it along with something else… A long list of great quotes. My favorites include,
- “I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.”
- “Firstly, there is no such person as Death. Second, Death’s this tall guy with a bone face, like a skeletal monk, with a scythe and an hourglass and a big white horse and a penchant for playing chess with Scandinavians. Third, he doesn’t exist either.”
- “This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it, human and otherwise, are imaginary, excepting only certain of the fairy folk, whom it might be unwise to offend by casting doubts on their existence. Or lack thereof.”
I really like this man’s writing. Though it gets boring sometimes, but I think I have been corrupted by too much of easy reading…
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btw nice article
Aditya September 2nd, 2008 at 8:11 pm