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“You can indeed become lost, in dreams. And you may not always find yourself when you wake up.”
― The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives
― The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives
“If an asshole weeps in the forest and no one is around to witness, is he still an asshole? Nobody”
― The Pauper Prince and the Eucalyptus Jinn
― The Pauper Prince and the Eucalyptus Jinn
“Three blind hummingbirds hang in the air like jewels of iridescent scarlet and cobalt; then, one by one, they fade, all color leeched from them, and fall lifeless into the mists, to be eaten by rats.
Despair feels uncomfortable.
In her world there are so many windows. Each opening shows her an existence that's fallen to her - some only for moments, others for lifetimes. Able at this moment neither to savor them, nor to understand her own disquiet, she stares away from all the windows as she walks. Silent rats run unmindfully over her feet, invisible in the mist.
She misses him.
It is over three hundred years since last she and her brother were alone together. Like a flood, the memories come, and she is drowning in them. Against her will her chest heaves, and she begins to weep: deep, helpless, racking sobs...
No.
Despair places the cold metal barb of her hook onto the surface of her eye. And then she pushes, piercing cornea and lens, and ripping free the aqueous humor and vitreous humor to run like tears down her cheek, into her hand...
The pain distracts her, a little. But still, she remembers...”
― The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives
Despair feels uncomfortable.
In her world there are so many windows. Each opening shows her an existence that's fallen to her - some only for moments, others for lifetimes. Able at this moment neither to savor them, nor to understand her own disquiet, she stares away from all the windows as she walks. Silent rats run unmindfully over her feet, invisible in the mist.
She misses him.
It is over three hundred years since last she and her brother were alone together. Like a flood, the memories come, and she is drowning in them. Against her will her chest heaves, and she begins to weep: deep, helpless, racking sobs...
No.
Despair places the cold metal barb of her hook onto the surface of her eye. And then she pushes, piercing cornea and lens, and ripping free the aqueous humor and vitreous humor to run like tears down her cheek, into her hand...
The pain distracts her, a little. But still, she remembers...”
― The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives
“The gods we prayed to when we were young used up their time so long ago. They cannot answer anymore.
They never liked us, did they?
Gods don't "like". They love, they hate, they ignore...”
― The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
They never liked us, did they?
Gods don't "like". They love, they hate, they ignore...”
― The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
“Oh, he'll help us whether he wants to or not. I told the truth. I would not kill him. The death-curse of a god is an evil thing.
But I can hurt him. And I will.
And besides...
Have you never wondered, little bird, what it must be like to see the world through the eyes of a god?”
― The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
But I can hurt him. And I will.
And besides...
Have you never wondered, little bird, what it must be like to see the world through the eyes of a god?”
― The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
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