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.
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.
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… Continue reading Neil Gaiman