Turn of the Screw. Jamie Fraser. David Foster Wallace. Shakespeare. Well-constructed sentences. Leonard Cohen. Captain Wentworth. Neruda. Hemingway. Chapter 21 of Jane Eyre. Clive Staples. Tolkien. Melina Marchetta. Big, fat Russian novels. New words. And honey in my tea.
How is it that Neil Gaiman is capable of writing stories that you remember? It's 2013 and I'm 33 years old, but somehow I recall these things. Or at the very least, these feelings.