Fragile things

After a long wait, its finally in Singapore.
I want to savour every word written. Slowly. In small sips. Lingering and pausing, relishing every letter.

Just to share a small segment of it (hope Mr Gaiman won't mind).

... Stories, like people and butterflies and songbird eggs... are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words in the air, composed of sounds and ideas - abstract, invisible, gone once they've been spoken and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created...