Dress to impress? No I dress to intimidate
I decided to write a short story. There was an idea I’d had in England before I’d left. Something about a small theater at the end of a pier. Stage magic as the rain came down. An audience who couldn’t tell the difference between magic and illusion, and to whom it would make no difference if every illusion was real.
Neil Gaiman, Smoke and Mirrors
I never saw her again. The trim woman with the taut smile was not the girl I had loved, and talking to her had made me feel uncomfortable.
—Neil Gaiman, Smoke and Mirrors