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“Love takes hostages.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

“Destruction: "Our sister (Death) defines life, just as Despair defines hope, or Desire defines hatred, or as Destiny defines freedom."

Dream: "And what I do define by this theory of yours?"

Destruction: "Reality, perhaps..”
― Neil Gaiman

“When the first living thing existed, I was there, waiting.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 3: Dream Country

“I love the beach, everything except the fucking sand, the fucking sun, and the fucking water”
― Peter Swanson, The Kind Worth Killing

“You will forget. Death or life will take him from your minds. I know, whispered Despair, in her distant, empty voice. But I shall remember him.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 10: The Wake

“Everything created has a beginning, Destiny of the Endless...as everything created has an end.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists

“He was a creature of hope. For dreams are hopes, and echoes of hopes. And I am a creature of despair.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman #72: Chapter Three: In Which We Wake

“Of course, the truth is that no one likes change. People in hell not only refuse to leave it, they invite you in, too. Even people who have blasted the other lives that touched their own blasted lives proudly declare in old age that they would not change a thing -- all that cursing and screaming was their life, by God, and it is not possible to imagine any other. Change introduces unpredictability, uncertainty, a universe of disorder. Right before an amoeba splits in two, it says to itself, uh uh, no way, I ain't gonna do that, nope.”
― Peter Straub, The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives

“I know how Gods begin, Roger. We start as Dreams. Then we walk out of Dreams into the Land. We are worshiped and loved, and take power to ourselves.
And then, one day, there's no one left to worship us.
And in the end, each little God and Goddess takes its last journey back into Dreams... and what comes after, not even WE know.
I'm going to dance now, I'm afraid.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman #45: Brief Lives Part 5

“DREAM ! Dreams shape the world . Dreams create the world anew, every night. Do not dream the world the way it is now, in thrall to our feline masters and mistresses”
― Neil Gaiman

“I keep telling you: it's the mystery that endures. Not the explanation”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman #40: The Parliament of Rooks

“A page turns. Destiny continues to walk.”
― Neil Gaiman

“But we do not need to recount every sermon and eulogy. After all, you were there.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 10: The Wake

“Red light flickered behind her closed eyelids, and when she opened them, she discovered that they were surrounded by flames.
Let it burn....
His sleek brow wrinkled, and he shook his head. Poor man looked conflicted, which was an interesting expression on a nightmare. "Your city is on fire."
She smiled languidly. "Ain't it grand?”
― Erin Kellison, Scrape

“Broken ain't the same as worthless. And sometimes the fix is worse than the break.”
― Simon Spurrier, The Dreaming (2018) #6

“You shouldn’t trust the storyteller. Only trust the story.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Absolute Sandman, Volume 1

“Não posso afirmar que aprecio começos. São coisinhas muito desordenadas. Prefiro os finais. É mais fácil de se localizar neles.”
― Neil Gaiman

“I'm not going to heal. Not if healing means shrugging your shoulders and saying 'Life goes on'. Life doesn't go on.”
― Mike Carey, The Sandman Presents: The Furies

“He's a nightmare," she said.
"I can be, too." Rook answered, his red eyes glowing. "Just try me.”
― Erin Kellison, Scrape

“You do that, and you'll be wishing for death before her body even hits the ground. The Gatekeeper is coming. Executioner for the Feral Breed, brother to the Beast, and mated to the woman you hold against her will. You've fucked up, friend.”
― Ellis Leigh, Claiming His Need

“A major defining factor was my wanting him to be part of the DC Universe. Because if someone as powerful as the Sandman was running all the dreams in the world, a natural question would be “Why haven’t we heard about him by now?â€�
The answer I came up with was “He’s been locked away.� And that solution formed an image in my head of a naked man in a glass cell.
My next question was “How long had he been trapped there?� The movie Awakenings hadn’t been made yet, but I’d read Oliver Sacks’s book a few months earlier, so I knew about the encephalitis lethargica, or “sleepy sickness,� that had swept Europe in 1916. Scientists to this day don’t understand what caused it, and I loved the idea of blaming it on the Sandman’s imprisonment, so I determined the length of his stay to be seventy-two years—ending in late 1988, when the series debuted.
And so on; each plot point just seemed to naturally lead to the next one.”
― Hy Bender, The Sandman Companion

“In quiet moments I can easily believe my spirit's so toxic, so noxious, that it repels people like the stench of rot. Better to keep to myself. Easier to push folks away than to watch them learn to hate you.”
― Simon Spurrier, The Dreaming (2018) #6

“The Shadow Waltz by Stewart Stafford

She lays with me by night,
Hewn from dark solitude,
Without malice aforethought.

Creaking springs as she crawls to me,
In a frantic state,
Babbling desperately about her pain.

Nails caress my abdomen and chest,
Strange warmth emanates from her,
Then she rises.

And is gone,
Melting with the corner darkness again,
Watching my slumber from the shadows.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“The Agora had fallen, too.
Vince turned the radio off, dismissing what they'd just heard, and merged onto I-87. A little shriek of madness sounded in the back of his brain, but he said, with admirable calm considering, "Seriously, love, I think we've got this.”
― Erin Kellison, Scrape

“On a long enough timeline, every story ends. Lives always fail. Love always fades. And every secret learned is one less thing to dream about.”
― Simon Spurrier, The Dreaming (2018) #8

“When The Lights Go Out by Stewart Stafford

When the lights go out,
From the seeds of doubt,
Phantoms come a-skittering.

Slow at first,
Then, as if a dam burst,
My psyche starts withering.

From a dune of sand,
Grabs a clawing hand,
My heartbeat takes to dithering.

Then an immovable object,
A vast shadow standing erect,
My paralysis is blithering.

But come the dawn of day,
I can finally break away,
My consciousness starts filtering.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“If anyone comes, shoot first, ask questions later.”
― Erin Kellison, Scrape

“I want to wake up!" a young woman shouted to the classroom ceiling. With her wide-set eyes and freckles, she looked like a nice person. Then a knobby-boned creature advanced on her. But she couldn't wake. And she likely wouldn't ever again.”
― Erin Kellison, Scrape

“The sandpaper of Greg's laugh fascinated Lexi as much as it frightened her. It was why she always thought of him as the Sandman, an interpretation not as sinister as E. T. A. Hoffman's but one that seemed to match, suddenly, in its role as a harbinger of death. Greg's voice rebounded around the building, dry and abrasive. Mirthless laughter is one of mankind's trademark noises. It's been used to mask pain for centuries.”
― Angela Panayotopulos, The Wake Up

“El Emperador Norton no mató a nadie, no robó a nadie, no se apoderó de la patria de nadie. De la mayoría de sus colegas no se puede decir lo mismo”
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