When we hold each other, in the darkness, it doesn’t make the darkness go away. The bad things are still out there. The nightmares still walking. When we hold each other we feel not safe, but better. “It’s all right” we whisper, “I’m here, I love you.” and we lie: “I’ll never leave you.” For… Continue reading Neil Gaiman
For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel. ― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 2: The Doll’s House. (Vertigo; Gph edition. March 10, 1999) Originally published June 1st 1990.
What’s the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you’ve actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago? ― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 7: Brief Lives. (Vertigo; Gph edition March 1, 1999) Originally published 1994.
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. ― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists. (Vertigo; Gph edition, March 10, 1999) Originally published 1990.
Whenever the sun is shining, I feel obligated to play outside! ― Charles M. Schulz, The Complete Peanuts, Vol. 1: 1950-1952. (Fantagraphics; First Edition edition, May 17, 2004)
History is the fiction we invent to persuade ourselves that events are knowable and that life has order and direction. That’s why events are always reinterpreted when values change. We need new versions of history to allow for our current prejudices. ― Bill Watterson, Homicidal Psycho Jungle Cat. (Andrews McMeel Publishing; Possible First edition, September… Continue reading Bill Watterson
She looked out at the other trees, and she realised that her life was one of thousands, any one of which could have been her, she had grown wherever her life had taken her, she had drifted wherever the wind had blown her. — Dave McKean, Pictures That [Tick]. (Dark Horse Books; First Edition edition… Continue reading Dave McKean
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.… Continue reading Neil Gaiman
By four o’clock, I’ve discounted suicide in favor of killing everyone else in the entire world instead. ― Warren Ellis, Transmetropolitan, Vol. 3: Year of the Bastard. (Vertigo; Cmc edition, September 1, 1999)
Death is a capricious thing. – Neil Gaiman, The Sandman #13. “The Doll’s House, Part 4: Men of Good Fortune” (Vertigo March 1990)
The Vale of Soul-Making 