“I
watched my life as if it were happening to someone else. My son died. And I was hurt, but I
watched my hurt, and even
relished it, a little, for now I could write a
real death, a
true loss. My heart was broken by my dark lady, and I wept, in my room, alone; but while I wept, somewhere inside I smiled.”
―
Neil Gaiman,
The Sandman, Vol. 10: The Wake