The words themselves don’t always win me, but that’s okay because the guy could read me the back of a cereal box and have me on the edge of my seat. For instance:
"They came down like sparks from a sparkler, beautiful and white and possibly slightly dangerous."
On the page, you go, “Oh, not bad, I suppose.”
When Neil Gaiman reads it aloud, you go, “It combines the slickness of a futuristic automobile with the grim inevitability of Greek tragedy.”
I mean it, those are the exact metaphors I would use.
And if those metaphors sound lousy to you, they’ll sound fantastic after I get Neil to read them.