“Whatever happened to me in my life, happened to me as a writer of plays. I'd fall in love, or fall in lust. And at the height of my passion, I would think, 'So
this is how it feels,' and I would tie it up in pretty words. 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. For I knew I could take my broken heart and place it on the stage of The Globe, and make the pit cry tears of their own.”
―
Neil Gaiman,
The Sandman, Vol. 10: The Wake