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THE SANDMAN 1989 Comic Books

  • Quotes
    • Barbara
      • Barbara: Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world, no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe.
      • Barbara: And if there's a moral there, I don't know what it is, save maybe that we should take out goodbyes whenever we can. And that's all.
    • Beelzebub, Azezel, Dream & Lucifer
      • Beelzebub: Which demon? Name it and we will bring it here.
        Azezel: There are more than a million demons, after all.
        Dream: I do not know the demon's name.
        Lucifer: Then let us summon all of them to tell, and meet them on the vasty plains of hell.
    • Brant Tucker
      • Brant Tucker: I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn't that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they'll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don't know. She probably didn't even know I was there. But I'll always love her. All my life.
    • Caius
      • Caius: We write out names in the sand, and then the waves roll in and wash them away. But we can leave things behind us. I am leaving an empire.
    • Caius & Lycius
      • Caius: The gods exist. I have seen them. And there are others, who stand behind the gods. those whom even Jupiter must own his superiors.
        Lycius: Eh? Who could be greater than Jupiter the greatest and most powerful?
        Caius: Hmm. Firstly, Terminus, the God of Boundaries. Jupiter must bow to him; boundaries are the most important of things, Lycius. And secondly. but I do not know who they are. They are whispered of in the inner mysteries: the seven, who are not prayed to, who are not gods, who were never men.
      • Caius: I will be a god when I die, Lycius. Already they begin to weave stories about me, presaging my divinity. They say that my mother, Atia, fell asleep at the temple of Apollo, and a snake made its way into her womb, and fertilized her.
        Lycius: And is it true?
        Caius: Of course not. My mother was entered by nothing more remarkable than my father's penis.
    • Calliope
      • Calliope: I am not here to mourn. I mourned the loss of my man a long time ago. I am here to say good-bye to a stranger who once gave me a good turn. And to a man who gave my son the death he craved. (The Wake)
    • Carrion Kind
      • Carrion Kind: Justice? Justice is a delusion you will not find on this or any other sphere. And wisdom? Wisdom is no part of dreams. Lithe Walker, though dreams are a part of the sum of each life's experiences, which is the only wisdom that matters. But revelation? That is the province of dream.
    • Cat
      • Cat: I am a cat, and I keep my own counsel.
    • Choronzon
      • Choronzon: I am anti-life, the beast of judgement. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds. of everything. (Preludes & Nocturns)
    • Choronzon & Dream
      • Choronzon: I am a dire world, prey-stalking, lethal prowler.
        Dream: I am a hunter, horse-mounted, wolf-stabbing.
        Choronzon: I am a horsefly, horse-stinging, hunter-throwing.
        Dream: I am a spider, fly-consuming, eight legged.
        Choronzon: I am a snake, spider-devouring, posion-toothed.
        Dream: I am an ox, snake-crushing, heavy footed.
        Choronzon: I am an anthrax, butcher, bacterium, warm-life destroying.
        Dream: I am a world, space-floating, life nurturing.
        Choronzon: I am a nova, all-exploding. planet-cremating.
        Dream: I am the Universe - all things encompassing, all life embracing.
        Choronzon: I am Anti-Life, the Beast of Judgement. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds. of everything. Sss. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?
        Dream: I am hope.
    • Clark Kent
      • Clark Kent: Once I dreamt I had this weird virus and I had to keep going forward in time until the end of the universe. The one I just hate is when I'm just an actor on a strange television version of my life. Have you ever had that dream? (The Wake)
    • Clotho & Lachesis
      • Clotho: What was it like, in the end?
        Lachesis: What it always is. A handful of yarn; a little weaving and stitching; some embroidery perhaps. A few loose ends, but that's only to be expected.
    • Death
      • Death: You people always hold onto old identities, old faces and masks, long after they've served their purpose. But you've got to learn to throw things away eventually. (Dream Country)
      • Death: You get what anyone gets.you get a lifetime. (Brief Lives)
      • Death: I'm not blessed, or merciful. I'm just me. I've got a job to do, and I do it. Listen, even as we're talking, I'm there for old and young, innocent and guilty, those who die together and those who die alone. I'm in cars and boats and planes; in hospitals and forests and abbatoirs. For some folks death is a release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them. (Dream Country)
      • Death: When the first living thing was created, I was there, waiting. And when the last living thing shall perish, my job will be done. I'll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave.
      • Death: Nobody's creepy from the inside. Some of them are sad, and some of them hurt, and some of them think they're the only real thing in the whole world. But they're not creepy. (The Wake)
      • Death: Next thing you're going to be moaning that I ought to get a scythe. (Seasons of Mists)
      • Death: You are utterly the stupidest, most self-centered, appallingest excuse for an anthropomorphic personification on this or any other plane! (Preludes & Nocturns)
      • Death: Did you ever hear the story of the 36 Tzaddikim? They say that the world rests on the backs of 36 living saints - 36 unselfish men and women. Because of them the world continues to exist. They are the secret kings and queens of this world.
    • Death & Dream
      • Death: Mostly they aren't too keen to see me. They fear the sunless lands but they enter your realm each night without fear.
        Dream: And I am far more terrible than you, my sister.
      • Death: What are you doing?
        Dream: Feeding the pigeons.
        Death: You do that too much, you know what you get? Fat pigeons! That's a line from Mary Poppins.
    • Delirium
      • Delirium: Have you ever spent days and days making up flavors of ice cream that no one's ever eaten before? Like chicken and telephone ice cream? ...Green mouse ice cream was the worst. I didn't like that at all. (Brief Lives)
      • Delirium: Our existence deforms the universe. That's responsibility. (The Kindly Ones)
      • Delirium: Um. What's the name of the word for things not being the same always. You know. I'm sure there is one. Isn't there? There must be a word for it, the thing that lets you know time is happening. Is there a word? (Brief Lives)
      • Delirium: Not knowing everything is all that makes it okay, sometimes.
      • Delirium: Not knowing everything is all that makes it okay, sometimes. (Brief Lives)
      • Delirium: It tastes a bit like forever. I like the way colors taste. Except I don't like crimsons or turquoises especially when they put their heads in their shells and won't play, and when you break their shells to let them out, they die. (The Wake)
      • Delirium: If you don't let me in, I will turn you into a demon half-face waitress with a crush on her boss, and i'll make it so you've been that from the beginning of time to now and you'll never ever know if you were anything else and it will itch inside your head worse than little bugses. (Brief Lives)
      • Delirium: If you don't have a name, what do people call you? I mean, do they just wave and smile, or jingle little silver bells or what? (Brief Lives)
      • Delirium: You know the best thing about aeroplanes? Apart from the peanuts in the little silver bags, I mean. It's looking out of the windows at the clouds, and thinking, maybe I could go walking in there. Maybe it's a special place where everything's okay. Sometimes I do go walking in the clouds. But it's just cold and wet and empty, but when you look out of a plane it's a special world. (Brief Lives)
      • Delirium: What's a false move? Is it very different from a real one? (Brief Lives)
      • Delirium: I lost some time. It's always in the last place you look for it. (Seasons of Mists)
      • Delirium: When you say words a lot they don't mean anything. Or maybe they don't mean anything anyway, and we just think they do. (Brief Lives)
      • Delirium: We came here for you, a long time ago, when you died. Well, it wasn't here and that wasn't you, but we did anyway. (The Wake)
      • Delirium: His madness. His madness keeps him sane. (Fables and Reflections)
      • Delirium: Uh. Yesterday I did some really bad stuff. I mean real bad. You know. But today I did some good things. I don't know.You know. (Seasons of Mists)
      • Delirium: I think you're very nice. I think twinkle's a nice word. So's viridian. I met a lady once who had an imaginary fish. (Brief Lives)
    • Desire
      • Desire: Where I touch, things want and need and love- drawn to their objects of desire like butterflies to a candle flame. (Seasons of Mists)
    • Desire & Dream
      • Desire: I don't understand.
        Dream: I am afraid that you don't. Very well. I shall tell you something that you will understand, sister-brother. Mess with me or mine again, and I will forget that you are family, Desire. Do you believe yourself strong enough to stand against me? Against Death? Against Destiny? Remember that, sibling, the next time you feel inspired to interfere in my affairs. Just remember.
    • Despair
      • Despair: Dreams. What are Dreams? Dreams are nothing, my brother. (Fables and Reflections)
    • Destruction
      • Destruction: I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend. I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.
      • Destruction: I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here I can pretend. I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come and Gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.
      • Destruction: Do neither of you ever just sit and remember? Just think back on times gone? All the living things whose lives you've touched? All the planets and spaces and planes you've seen? All the forms you've taken? Just sit and think?
      • Destruction: It's astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself into it, if one works at it. And astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself out of, if one simply assumes that everything will, somehow or other, work out for the best. (The Wake)
    • Dickon Hawksthorne
      • Dickon Hawksthorne: If the eyes are the windows of the soul, then your soul is black as the devil's arse-hole.
    • Doggy
      • Doggy: I would feel infinitely more comfortable in your presence if you would agree to treat gravity as a law, rather than one of a number of suggested options. (The Kindly Ones)
    • Dora
      • Dora: God gives you a body, it's your duty to do well by it. He makes you a boy, you dress in blue, He makes you a girl, you dress in pink. You mustn't go trying to change things.
    • Dream
      • Dream: Oh, humanity, I love you. You never cease to amaze me. This has been amusing, little ghost, and that was not something I expected. But every playtime must come to an end. This dream is over.
      • Dream: Can you have any idea what it was like? Can you have any idea? Confined in a glass box for three score years and ten. A human lifetime. Time moves no faster for my kind than it does for humanity, and in prison it crawled at a snail's pace. I was. I am. the lord of this realm of dream and nightmare. You - your father - piped me down with this petty hedge-magicking, his twopenny spell. Me. You did that to me. You barred me from my realm with your foolish circle. You threatened, cajoled and pleaded for gifts are neither mankind's to receive nor mine to give. You had no thought for the harm you have brought to your world. Lord, what fools these mortals be.
      • Dream: There is much to do in my kingdom. Much to restore. Much to create. I have found the solace I sought, though not in the way I imagined. From dreams I conjure a handful of yellow grain. I throw the grain into the air. And I hear it. The sound of wings.
      • Dream: I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon: through the dreams of countries and cities, past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall. (Brief Lives)
      • Dream: You must be born to have a birthday.
      • Dream: I am coming through the barriers you have erected in this mind. I am coming, though the way be ardous and strange. Nothing will stop me. As I travel, I admire the craftsmanship in the construction of this maze, admire the traps and pitfalls they have wrought. You have learned well, my servants. To force the child to construct these barriers insides its mind, in its effort to escape the physical world; to build an island of dream alone and untouched by the true Dreaming. This takes skill. My admiration does not lessen my anger. I am dream. I am coming.
      • Dream: It is sometimes a mistake to climb; it is always a mistake never even to make the attempt. If you do not climb, you will not fall. This is true. But is it that bad to fail, that hard to fall?
      • Dream: Never trust a demon. He has a hundred motives for anything he does. Ninety-nine of them, at least, are malevolent.
      • Dream: I find myself wondering about humanity. Their attitude to my sister's gift is so strange. Why do they fear the sunless lands? It is as natural to die as it is to be born. But they fear her. Dread her. Feebly they attempt to placate her. They do not love her. Many thousands of years ago I heard a song in a dream, a mortal song that celebrated her gift. I still remember it. That forgotten poet understood her gifts. My sister has a function to perform, even as I do. The Endless have their responsibilities. I have responsibilities. I walk by her side and the darkness lifts from my soul. I walk with her, and I hear the gentle beating of mighty wings.
      • Dream: There are many ways to lose the oldest game. Failure of nerve, hesitation.being unable to shift into a defensive shape. Lack of imagination. (Preludes & Nocturns)
      • Dream: Death will not touch you, Hob Gadling, unless you truly desire it.
      • Dream: A dark mirror. Imagine that you woke in the night and rose, and seemed to see before you another person whom you slowly perceived to be yourself. Someone had entered in the night and placed a mirror in your sleeping place, made from a black metal. You had been frightened only of your reflection. But then the reflection slowly raised one hand, while your own stayed still. A dark mirror. That was always the intention. (The Kindly Ones)
      • Dream: You disgust me, Richard Madoc. You want ideas? You want dreams? You want stories? Then ideas you will have. Ideas in abundance.
      • Dream: I am a passenger. I am moving through your dreams. I am riding in your dreams. I ride on dragonback from Manhattan, the dragon is made of rivetted iron and smells of cotton candy. I travel briefly by bus: in the back the dreamer copulates desperately, not noticing his autonomous passenger. I sit at the front and talk to the driver. Approaching the state of Delaware, the dreamer is a small dog, dreaming impatiently of a past life, long forgotten when he sailed tall ships across uncharted. The salt spray of the ocean stings my face. I am moving through dreams, pulling toward Mayhew, feeling for the jewel. Through your dreams, my sleeping children, You had a passenger, and you never knew.
      • Dream: Home. It feels so good to be back. I left a monarch. Yet I return naked, alone. Hungry. Weakened, I clutch a passing dream.
      • Dream: My sister has a function to perform, even as I do. The Endless have their responsibilities. I have responsibilities. I walk by her side, and the darkness lifts from my soul. I walk with her, and I hear the gentle beating of mighty wings. (Preludes & Nocturns)
      • Dream: Without dreams there could be no Despair. (Fables and Reflections)
      • Dream: Then tell me, what does it mean when you dream about having sex? (The Doll's House)
      • Dream: Dangerous? Perhaps. But evil? She acts according to her nature. Is that evil?
      • Dream: You disappoint me, Corinthian. You were my masterpiece, or so I thought. A nightmare created to be the darkness, and the fear of darkness in every human heart. A black mirror, made to reflect everything about itself that humanity will not confront. But look at you.
      • Dream: You can stop being anything. (Brief Lives)
      • Dream: Found him. How DARE they? HOW DARE THEY? Brute and Blob: Brute the strength and base cunning. This has their stink about it, Lucien. HOW DARE THEY? They severed this child from the True Dreaming. The are living in his mind, Lucien. They know the law. My law. And they have wantonly defied it. Did they think they could hide form me? I do not know what game they are playing. But I know this. I am angry, Lucien. And it's my move.
      • Dream: Kill me? I see. If you would fight me, mortal, you will not take me unprepared. Nor garbed for less than battle. And you shall not do it here. If you would steal a dream lord's power. then you shall steal it in the dream lord's realm. In dreams.
      • Dream: The price of getting what you want, is getting what once you wanted. (Dream Country)
      • Dream: Beyond, outside my Dreamworld there is infinite dust, infinite dark. And the Dreamworld is infinite although it is bounded on every side. The way to the center is a slow spiral. One passes the houses of mystery and secrets. old way stations on the frontiers of nightmare. From there one charts a course nightward until one reaches the Gates of Horn and Ivory. I carved them myself, when the world was younger, and order was needed. I hasten to the Gates. The dreams that pass through the gates of Ivory are lies, figments and deceptions. The other admits the truth. No one guards the horned gate anymore. I remember the way of old. Once through it I can see my castle. Through it I will be able to see. my home.
      • Dream: We of the Endless are the servants of the living. We are not their masters. We exist because they know, deep in their hearts, that we exist. (The Doll's House)
      • Dream: You are mortal; it is the mortal way. You attend the funeral, you bid the dead farewell. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live. (Brief Lives)
      • Dream: Forewarned is seldom forearmed. (Fables and Reflections)
      • Dream: It is a fool's prerogative to utter truths that no one else will speak. (Dream Country)
      • Dream: Sometimes we can choose the path we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all. (Seasons of Mists)
      • Dream: The Dreamworld, the Dreamtime, and Unconscious - call it whatever you will - is as much part of me as I am part of it. And for the first time since my return, for the first time in 70 years, I reach out my substance. and I shape the world.
      • Dream: A delegation of faerie came to me, last night. They are talking about abandoning this plane for ever.
      • Dream: You are mortal: it is the mortal way. You attend the funeral, you bid the dead farewell. You grieve. Then you continue with your life. And at times the fact of her absence will hit you like a blow to the chest, and you will weep. But this will happen less and less as time goes on. She is dead. You are alive. So live. (Brief Lives)
      • Dream: For the hundredth time since I regained it, I reach into the pouch and I touch the sand. I sift it through my fingers. Feel each grain of it, inexhaustible. Endless. Like myself, like the few others of my kind. Endless. Tonight I feel alone. I have always been solitary, but here on the nightward shores of dream, loneliness washes over me in waves, lapping and pulling at my spirit. I sprinkle sand into the waters of night. The grains burn as they fall, reminding me of another in times long passed away. I watched him even then as he fell, his face undefeated, his eyes still proud. It is time for me to walk the abyss. Time to reclaim my own. I must talk to the Morningstar. I do not have high hopes for the meeting.
      • Dream: I see my servants have a servant of their own. Little ghost, Little ghost get out of my way.
      • Dream: It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But the half-wit remains a half-wit and the emperor remains an emperor. (The Kindly Ones)
      • Dream: What power would hell have if those imprisoned here would not be able to dream of heaven? (Preludes & Nocturns)
      • Dream: For love is no part of the dream world. Love belongs to desire and desire is always cruel.
      • Dream: Intent and outcome are rarely coincident. (The Kindly Ones)
      • Dream: I do not threaten, I merely advise caution. (Fables and Reflections)
      • Dream: Once is every era, there is a vortex. Even I do not know why. A mortal, who, briefly, becomes. the centre. of the dreaming. The vortex, by its nature, destroys the barriers between dreaming minds; destroys the ordered chaos of the Dreaming. Until the myriad dreamers are caugh in one huge dream. Until all the dreams are one. Then the vortex collapses in upon itself. And then it is gone. It take the minds of the dreamers with it, it damages the Dreaming beyond repair. It leaves nothing but darkness. It is one of my functions to prevent this from occurring again. It happened once. A world was lost, Rose Walker. Aeons ago, and half a universe away. I. failed in my duty. A whole world perished. It will never happen again.
      • Dream: Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot. (Dream Country)
      • Dream: When you dream, sometimes you remember. When you wake, you always forget. (Brief Lives)
      • Dream: I was more powerful than I had been in eons. I returned the human to the madhouse. You see, until then, I'd been driven. I'd had a true quest, a purpose beyond my function - and then, suddenly, the quest was over. I felt. drained. Disappointed. Let down. Does that make sense? I had been sure that as soon as I had everything back I'd feel good. But inside I felt worse than when I started. I feel like. nothing.
      • Dream: Your life is your own. Your death, likewise. Always and forever your own. Farewell. We shall not meet again. (Fables and Reflections)
      • Dream: I am hope. (Preludes & Nocturns)
    • Dream & Desire
      • Dream: Desire, if you were not of my kin.
        Desire: But I am.
        Dream: Yes, you are. Desire, listen to me carefully. Remember this. We of the endless are the servants of the living - we are not their masters. We exist because they know, deep in their hearts, that we exist. When the last living things has left this universe, then our task will be done. And we do not manipulate them. If anything, they manipulate us. We are their toys. Their dolls, if you will. And you - and Despair, and even poor Delirium - should remember that.
    • Dream & Lucifer
      • Dream: I thank you. The kings of Hell are honorable. I will remember this.
        Lucifer: Honorable? You joke, surely. Look around you, Morpheus. The million Lords of Hell stand arrayed about you. Tell us why we should let you leave? Helmet or no, you have no power here. what power have dreams in hell?
        Dream: You say I have no power? Perhaps you speak truly. But - you say that Dreams have no power here? Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar.. Ask yourselves, all of you. What power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?
    • Dream & Maiden
      • Dream: Witch Queen, you know of my imprisonment, of my travail of the time that was stolen from me.
        Maiden: They have stolen time from you? What of that? You have all the time that ever was!
    • Dream & Matthew
      • Dream: Since the beginning. He was the Creator's finest creation: the angel Samael, call Lucifer. It means 'the bringer of light.' Of all the angels he was the wisest, the most beautiful, the most powerful. Saving only his Creator, he is, perhaps, the most powerful being there is.
        Matthew: More powerful than you?
        Dream: Oh yes. By far.
    • Dream & Nuala
      • Dream: On reflection, while I cannot give you the thing itself, I could give you a dream of my love.
        Nuala: I already have that, my lord.
        (The Kindly Ones)
    • Dreamer One & Dreamer Two
      • Dreamer One: Are you crying?
        Dreamer Two: No, I'm bleeding.
    • Edwin Paine
      • Edwin Paine: It's part of growing up, I suppose. You always have to leave something behind you.
    • Edwin Payne
      • Edwin Payne: You don't have to stay anywhere forever. (Seasons of Mists)
    • Eve
      • Eve: Bodies are strange. Some people have real problems with the stuff that goes on inside them. You find out that inside someone you know there's just mucus and meat and slime and bone. They menstruate, salivate, defecate and cry. You know? Sometimes it can just kill the romance. You know that? (Fables and Reflections)
    • Felix Garrison & Richard Madoc
      • Felix Garrison: God - what did you do to your hands?
        Richard Madoc: All the pictures in my head. I had to get them down, but I didn't have any paper, or ink. So I used the wall. And my fingertips.
    • Fiddler's Green
      • Fiddler's Green: Life as a human contains substances I never dreamed of in the dreaming, Lord. The little victories, and the tiny defeats.
    • Gilbert
      • Gilbert: The red hood was an invention of Charles Perrault, who tidied up the folk tales of France for popular consumption in the eighteenth century. Other changessuch as the happy ending, are later additions. I will tell you an original version.
    • The Grey Ladies
      • The Grey Ladies: A king will forsake his kingdom. Life and death will clash and fray. The oldest battle begins once more.
    • Hal
      • Hal: In the midst of death we are in life. (The Kindly Ones)
    • Hob Gadling
      • Hob Gadling: I do think you're listening to me, from somewhere. I mean, I've seen too much over the years to believe that it starts and ends with bodies. There's something around before bodies start, something around after they rot. Buggered if I know what it is, though. Somebody once told me you don't really die until everyone that you knew is dead, too. Think of all the people I'm keeping alive, eh? I don't know. I don't remember what you smell like. You've been gone two days, and I don't remember how you smelled. You didn't smell like anyone else. I like the way you smelled. I miss you a lot.
      • Hob Gadling: Everyone's died. Everyone I've loved. My wives, My loves. My children. You know, there's something it took me a couple of centuries to figure out. I mean, there was a while when I thought that life was all about fighting and eating and sex. Mainly sex. It was never that hard to dip your wick. I mean, unless you're a leper you can get a maid to bed you, if that's what you're after. But one day I realized that it was sort of empty if you weren't with someone you wanted to spend some time with. It wasn't that I didn't get horny. It was that there didn't seem much point, if it wasn't with someone I loved.
      • Hob Gadling: To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists, and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due. (Seasons of Mists)
      • Hob Gadling: Women aren't unfaithful. It's people are unfaithful. And men tend to get a lot more opportunity than women to mess about.
    • Ishtar
      • Ishtar: I know how gods begin. We start as dreams. Then we walk out of dreams into the land. We are worshipped 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. (Brief Lives)
    • John Constantine
      • John Constantine: And I can see the clouds. They look kind of solid. And the ground below them. That looks really solid. It's a long way to fall. And I'm falling. I don't want to die. I don't want to fall. I tell myself it's not the fall, falling doesn't hurt. it's when you stop.
    • John Constantine & Dream
      • John Constantine: So. Where are you going now?
        Dream: To hell.
        John Constantine: Hehhh. Aren't we all, mate? Aren't we all?
    • John Dee
      • John Dee: I would have dreamed of you. if I could dream.
      • John Dee: People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes. (Preludes & Nocturns)
    • John Dee & Bette Munroe
      • John Dee: Hello, Miss. I would like a cup of coffee while I wait.
        Bette Munroe: Sure, hon. That'll be fifty cents. Uh. What are you you waiting for?
        John Dee: Oh, you know, the usual. The end of the world.
    • Kai'Ckll
      • Kai'Ckll: Never has one loved me enough to seek me out.
    • Lachesis
      • Lachesis: What it always is. A handful of yarn; a little weaving and stitching; some embroidery perhaps. A few loose ends, but that's only to be expected. (The Kindly Ones)
    • Lady Johanna Constantine
      • Lady Johanna Constantine: A bitch who must be bedded on a mattress of corpses. (Fables and Reflections)
    • Lucien
      • Lucien: It's been a strange century for all of us.
    • Lucifer
      • Lucifer: Ten billion years spent providing a place for dead mortals to torture themselves. And like all masochists they called the shots - "Burn me", "Freeze me", "Eat me", "Hurt me". And we did. And then there were the demonkind, imagine being their lord and master. A handful of them were once angels, who fell with me at the dawn. Other strayed here from elsewhere over the aeons, making this place a home. And soon I found myself their lord and master. A million of them, or more, squabbling and warring and carrying on.
      • Lucifer: I watched their strange little fashions. The centuries they spent wearing the bodies of animals. The ridiculous vogue for rhyme to denote status - demons who spoke exclusively in villanelles, haiku or triolets. And above all, the fashion in intrigue.
      • Lucifer: I've quit.
      • Lucifer: Innocence, once lost, can never be regained. (Seasons of Mists)
      • Lucifer: All right. I admit it. He's got a point. The sunsets are bloody marvelous, you old bastard. Satisfied?
      • Lucifer: Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as if I spent my entire days sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commits acts they would otherwise find repulsive. 'The devil made me do it.' I have never made one of them do anything. Never. They live their own tiny lives. I do not live their lives for them. And then they die, and they come here (having transgressed against what they believed to be right), and expect us to fulfill their desire for pain and retribution. I don't make them come here. They talk of me going like a fishwife come market day, never stopping to ask themselves why. I need no souls. And how can anyone own a soul? No. They belong to themselves.. They just hate to have to face up to it.
    • Lucifer & Cain
      • Lucifer: Still. 'Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.' Eh, little brother-killer?
        Cain: Suh-certainly, Lord Lucifer. Whatever you say, Lord Lucifer.
        Lucifer: We didn't say it. Milton said it. And he was blind.
    • Lucifer & Dream
      • Lucifer: Some years ago, the Dark, the shadow creature, came forth to challenge heaven. The episode ended in. perhaps a stalemate. But the civil war in hell that ensued tipped the precarious balance of power. We rule in coalition now. Azazel, Beelzebub and I.
        Dream: Hell, a triumvirate? Things change indeed.
      • Lucifer: Oh, Morpheus? I swore once that I would destroy you, did I not?
        Dream: Yes. You did.
        Lucifer: Well, we are now outside the bounds of hell. This is for you, Dream Lord. Take it.
        Dream: The key to Hell?
        Lucifer: Exactly. It's yours now. Perhaps it will destroy you, and perhaps it won't. But I doubt it will make your life any easier. It's all yours, now, Morpheus. You're the sole monarch of a locked and empty hell. Perhaps I ought to have given it to you with my best wishes. I could have told you that I hoped it would bring your happiness. But somehow. somehow I doubt it will.
      • Lucifer: Hello, Dream. Take off that silly helmet and we'll talk.
        Dream: I will not be tricked by you, Lucifer Morningstar.
        Lucifer: Why, sweet Morpheus. Are you scared of me?
        Dream: Yes.
        (Seasons of Mists)
    • Lucifer & Morpheus
      • Lucifer: I'm tired, Morpheus. So tired. You knew me, Dream. You knew me when I was an angel. What was I like?
        Morpheus: You were very proud, Samael. But you were also very beautiful, and wise, and passionate.
    • Maisie Hill
      • Maisie Hill: Nobody looks up in the sky any more.
    • Man
      • Man: You young fellers, you haven't a bloody clue. I used to come down here with the wife, and the twins. Darren got himself killed inVietnam. Sean and me both got a bit the worse for wear when we heard the news. He crashed the car, but only I crawled away. And, when I got out of hospital, me and the wife carried on walking down here. Then she got a lump in her breast. Anyway. now it's just me. And I still come down here to watch the sun set. Y'know, most every night it's a bloody beat. And every night it's different. And I think, well, I've had a shit of a life, all things considered. It was fair. Everyone I've ever loved is dead, and my leg hurts all the bloody time. But I think, any god that can do sunsets like that, a different one every night. 'strewth, well, you're got to respect the old bastard, haven't you?
    • Man & Dream
      • Man: We didn't want you. It was all a mistake. We weren't trying to capture you. We wanted to capture Death.
        Dream: WHAT? You wanted Death? Then count yourself lucky for the sake of your species and your petty planet that you did not succeed.
    • Marcus
      • Marcus: If it is the god's will that he cannot work, then let the gods feed him and give him coins.
    • Master Li
      • Master Li: Only the Phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost. (The Wake)
    • Matthew
      • Matthew: The king is dead, that's what they say. The king is dead. Long live the king. (The Wake)
    • Matthew & Dream
      • Matthew: Anyone here?
        Dream: I'm here, Matthew. Should you not be at the ceremony?
        Matthew: What ceremony? All I saw was a shitload of people I didn't know and a bombed pumpkin.
    • Mervyn
      • Mervyn: There ya go again, Loosh - you can't just come right out and say it, huh? Now me, I'm a straightforward kinda guy, y'know? I mean some of us aren't afraid to call a spade a goddamn shovel.
      • Mervyn: Don't tell me - he comes back and locks himself in this throne room. I've been here before, you've been here before, hell, we've all been here before. Next thing you know, he's gonna be mooning around again - moon moon moon. Hey, you ask me, I mean, okay, he's our boss. You know, right or wrong. But the guy's a flake. But I've been thinking about this - you work with your hands, you got a lot of time for thinking, and what I figure is this: It's not his fault, you know? It's like, you hang out with poets and those guys, you're bound to go a little flaky. He ought to hang out with guys like me. The salt of the earth. Real everyday Joes. You know? We'd set him straight.
    • Morpheus
      • Morpheus: I don't recommend revenge. It tends to have repercussions.
    • Nada
      • Nada: I hunted you because I love you more than mortal man has ever been loved by a woman. And I fled you because it is not given to mortals to love the endless. Only disaster can follow from this. (The Doll's House)
    • Narrator
      • Narrator: All around me darkness gathers, fading is the sun that shone, we must speak of other matters, you can be me when I'm gone. Flowers gathered in the evening, afternoon they blossom on, still are withered by the evening, you can be me when I'm gone.
    • Nuala
      • Nuala: What we are, we choose to be. (The Kindly Ones)
    • Prez Rickard
      • Prez Rickard: In the White House is a tiger skin rug shot and killed many years ago by Teddy Roosevelt. The feet of the great walk over that tiger skin each day. It listens to policy being formed, and secrets being spoken. Now do you think that tiger would rather be dead and in the seat of power, or alive, and walking the jungle of India, sniffing the wind for the scent of game?
    • Remiel
      • Remiel: There must be a place for demons; a place for the damned. Hell is Heaven's reflection. It is Heaven's shadow. They define each other. Reward and punishment; hope and despair. There must a a Hell for without Hell, Heaven has no meaning. And thus Hell must be.
    • Richard Madoc
      • Richard Madoc: The fraternity of critics. In reality a dark brethen, linked by profane rites and blood vows. To destroy an author they sacrifice a child and perform a critical mass.
    • Robin Goodfellow
      • Robin Goodfellow: If we shadows have offended, think but this, and all is mended. That you have but slumber'd here, while these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, no more yielding than a dream. Gentles, do not reprehend. If you pardon, we will mend. And, as I am an honest Puck, if we have unnearned luck. Now to 'scape the serpents' tongue, we will make amends, ere long. Else the Puck a liar call. So good night unto you all. Give me your hands if we be friends and Robin shall restore amends
      • Robin Goodfellow: If you ask me, none of those women are women at all. They're males. I can tell. Human males taste more like rabbit than the females. and they stick in your teeth, Oh yes. Also, the males are hairier, and they lack the flesh on their chests.
    • Roderick Burgess
      • Roderick Burgess: I give you coin I made from a stone. I give you a song I stole from the dirt. I give you a knife from under the hills, and a stick that I stuck through a dead man's eye. I give you a claw I ripped from a rat. I give you a name, and the name is Lost. I give you blood from out of my vein, and a feather I pulled from an angel's wing. I call you with names, of my lord, of my lord. I summon with poison and summon with pain. I open the way and I open the gates.
    • Roman Soldier & Dream
      • Roman Soldier: Omnia Mutantur, Nihil Interit.
        Dream (translation): Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.
        (The Wake)
    • Rose Walker
      • Rose Walker: We're just dolls. We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored. (The Doll's House)
      • Rose Walker: Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up these defenses, you build this whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They do something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own any more. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination, not just in the mind. It's a soul hurt, a body hurt. gets inside you and rips you apart pain. I hate love.
      • Rose Walker: It means that we're just dolls. We don't have a clue what's really going down, we just kid ourselves that we're in control of our lives while a paper's thickness away things that would drive us mad if we thought about them for too long play with us, and move us around from room to room, and put us away at night when they're tired, or bored. (The Doll's House)
      • Rose Walker: Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it?
      • Rose Walker: Say, whoever you are, you know what Freud said about dreams about flying? He said it means you are really dreaming about having sex. (The Doll's House)
      • Rose Walker: Dreams are weird and stupid and they scare me.
    • Squatterbloat & Dream
      • Squatterbloat: And who might you be?
        Dream: I have many names. But I am the King of Dreams, of the Nightmare Realms.
    • Stripper
      • Stripper: Dahling, when God put teeth in your mouth, he ruined a perfectly good arsehole.
    • Thessaly
      • Thessaly: Destinations are often a surprise to the destined. (The Kindly Ones)
    • Thor
      • Thor: D'you want to play with my hammer? Eh, Miss Pussy-Head? It's called Mjolnir. If I rub it, it gets bigger. S'true. (Seasons of Mists)
    • Tiffany
      • Tiffany: Ishtar? You know what I worry about? What if all men are shits. I mean, I've never met a guy who didn't come on like a knight on a while horse, and who didn't turn out to be pond scum.
    • Todd Faber
      • Todd Faber: Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly. (Fables and Reflections)
    • Urania Blackwell
      • Urania Blackwell: I want to kuh-kill myself. And, and I can't. It's not that I'm too scared to kill myself. I, I'm scared of lots of things. I'm scared of noises in the night-time, scared of telephones and closed doors, scared of people. scared of everything. Not of death. I want to die. It's just that I don't know how.
      • Urania Blackwell: I only have two kinds of dreams - the bad and the terrible. Bad dreams I can cope with. They're just nightmares, and they end eventually. I wake up. The terrible dreams are the good dreams. In my terrible dreams, everything's fine. I'm still with the company. I still look like me. None of the last five years ever happened. Sometimes I'm married. Once I even had kids. I even knew their names. Everything's wonderful and normal and fine. And then I wake up. And I'm still me. And I'm still here. And that is truly terrible.
      • Urania Blackwell: They say that cigarettes will kill you, eventually. Fine. That's just fine. I only wish they'd do it faster. I draw the smoke into my lungs, extract the nicotine and the tar. It doesn't do anything for me, but I like the smoke. I like the ash. The way it falls. I like breathing out the smoke. I like smoking cigarettes. It's something normal people do. I smoke a cigarette, and pretend I'm normal. And I wish I was dead.
      • Urania Blackwell: I can't slash my wrists - I don't have any blood. When I was at high school, a kid shut himself in a garage and took sleeping pills, climbed in the car and turned the ignition. I can't do that. Carbon monoxide's just another gas, to me. And my body just processes poisons. Maybe I could sit at ground zero of a nuclear test, if I could find one. But I'm afraid I could survive that. I think I would. Perhaps I'd be radioactive for always. but I'd survive. I thought about transmuting myself to free oxygen radicals and just melding with the air. Or with added hydrogen, I could become water and join myself with the sea. But I'd probably still be conscious. Just spread out all over the world.
      • Urania Blackwell: Nobody ever comes here. Nobody phones. Nobody cares any more.
      • Urania Blackwell: Isn't it dumb? All over the world, people running around trying not to die? Hanging on to life like grim death. And I want to die, and I can't.
    • Voice In The Desert
      • Voice in the Desert: Any view of things that is not strange is false. (Fables and Reflections)
    • Wanda
      • Wanda: Say, Hazel. How do people actually milk a soy bean?
    • Wanda & George
      • Wanda: I am not a man.
        George: Maybe not to you, you're not. But you've got the uh, you know. Male nasty thing.
        Wanda: Listen: I've had electrolysis. I'm taking hormones. All that's left is just a little lump of flesh; but all that doesn't matter. inside I'm a woman.
        George: She doesn't think so. And to be honest uh well even if you had uh had the operation it wouldn't make much difference to the uh moon. It's chromosomes as much as uh anything. It's like uh gender isn't something you can pick and choose as uh far as gods are concerned.
        Wanda: Well, that's something the gods can take and stuff up their sacred recta. I know what I am.
    • Will Shakespeare
      • Will Shakespeare: Life is no play. We meet people once, and never see them again. There is no shape to events, no point at which we turn to the audience for phrase. No time at which we step behind the stage, to see the actors changing their wigs, and painting their faces, and muttering their lines. (The Wake)

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