Stardust

by Neil Gaiman

He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity.

I had thought,” he confessed, “that a fallen star would probably look like a diamond or a rock. I certainly wasn’t expecting a lady.” “So, having found a lady, could you not have come to her aid, or left her alone? Why drag her into your foolishness?” “Love,” he explained. She looked at him with eyes the blue of the sky. “I hope you choke on it,” she said, flatly.