The Gods We Prayed To When We Were Young Used Up Their Time So Long Ago. They Cannot Answer Anymore.

The gods we prayed to when we were young used up their time so long ago. They cannot answer anymore.

The Sandman: The Kindly Ones Neil Gaiman

Sometimes we can choose the path we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all.

Dream; The Sandman: Season of Mists Neil Gaiman

They may be called the Palace Guard, the City Guard, or the Patrol. Whatever the name, their purpose in any work of heroic fantasy is identical: it is, round about Chapter Three (or ten minutes into the film) to rush into the room, attack the hero one at a time, and be slaughtered. No one ever asks them if they want to. This book is dedicated to those fine men.

Guards! Guards!; Terry Pratchett

Never trust the storyteller. Only trust the story.

The Sandman: Fables and Reflections Neil Gaiman

There's a downstairs in everybody. That's where we live.

The Three Fates, The Sandman : The Kindly Ones Neil Gaiman

If a city has a personality, maybe it also has a soul. Maybe it dreams.

The Sandman: World's End Neil Gaiman