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To Walk in Graveyards…

…where stories never die, where the ghosts are words, whispering themselves anew to each passerby.

Okay, I never claimed to be a poet. How about this, then? He imagined a future in which he could read everything, in which all stories could be opened and discovered. — Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book.

It’s just a brief line, but it’s one of my favorites. I smiled when I heard it read aloud, and I smiled again as I read it to myself. I imagine I’ll smile everytime I think of it, because it’s such a perfect love-note to the concept of stories. At the same time, by its context, it expresses the idea of graveyards as respositories of tales. They are, just as surely as any library or bound volume.

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