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“And one day a small girl looked at me when I took her, all icy and distant and vain, and she said, "how would you like it?" That was all she said, but it hurt me and it made me think. [...] You see, when someone's died, mostly they're a bit shaken, or hurt, or angry or worse. And all they need is a kind word, and a friendly face. People may not be ready for my gift, but they get it anyway. The sunless lands are far away, and the journey is hard, and most of you will be glad of the company of a friend. At the end, each of us stands naked. At the end, each of us stands alone. And since I figured that out—it's not exactly deep, but it took me a long time to understand it—it's been pretty good. I've met so many cool things and people and worlds. I've learned so much. Lots of people don't have jobs they love doing, don't they? Anyway, I'm really very lucky. So, I'll be seeing you.”

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Book:Death - A Winter's Tale
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Neil Gaiman
Neil Gaiman

Neil Gaiman, born on November 10, 1960, is a renowned British author. His works span across various genres including fantasy, horror, and science fiction, with notable titles such as 'American Gods' and 'Good Omens'. Gaiman's writing style is distinctive and has won him a dedicated fan base. more

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