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Neil Gaiman – The Sandman, vol. 7 (1994)

Destruction: Then she told me everyone can know everything Destiny knows. And more than that. She said we all not only could know everything. We do. We just tell ourselves we don’t to make it all more bearable.
Dream: It sounds unlikely.
Destruction: That was what I said to her. I said, if they do that, why do they keep wandering around and falling down manholes and tripping on banana skins? Why does it seem like none of us—Endless or mortal, ghost or god—knows what we’re doing?
Dream: And she said?
Destruction: I told you. She said everyone knows everything. We just pretend to ourselves we don’t. I never knew what to make of that.
Delirium: She is. Um. Right. Kind of. Not knowing everything is all that makes it okay, sometimes.

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Neil Gaiman – The Sandman, vol. 7 (1994)

Delirium: I like airplanes. I like anywhere that isn’t a proper place. I like in-betweens.

Neil Gaiman – The Sandman, vol. 7 (1994)

Delirium: Have you ever spent days and days and days making up flavors of ice cream that no one’s ever eaten before? Like chicken and telephone ice cream?
Dream: No.

Delirium: What’s a false move? is it very different from a real one? Green mouse ice cream was the worst. I didn’t like that at all.

Neil Gaiman – The Sandman, vol. 7 (1994)

All labyrinths are one labyrinth. All mazes meet in the center. There is a portion of space that all labyrinths share, a space common to every place in which paths fork and join and diverge once more.

Neil Gaiman – The Sandman, vol. 7 (1994)

Matthew: So what’s the deal?
Dream: The deal? Delirium will drive. You will advise her. I am sure you will find the experience one of great interest and variety.

Neil Gaiman – The Sandman, vol. 7 (1994)

Agent: Mr Farrell doesn’t see people without an appointment.
Dream: He will see me. Please, let him know that I am here.
Agent: Can I have a name?
Delirium: Don’t you have one? That’s sad. I used to have one name, then I had to get another one. 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?
Agent: Can I have your name?
Delirium: You don’t want my name. Trust me. You really don’t. Sometimes I don’t want my name, and I’m sort of used to it by now. It would really mess you up.
Agent: I’m sorry. Is this person with you?
Delirium: I’m not a person.

Neil Gaiman – The Sandman, vol. 6 (1993)

“But how did it work? The bargain? How could the city last?”

“Go home.”

His question unanswered, Hassan stumbles homeward, picking his way in a series of child’s shortcuts across the bomb sites and the rubble of Baghdad. And, though his stomach hurts (for fasting is easy, this Ramadan; and food is hard to come by) his head is held high and his eyes are bright. For behind his eyes are towers and jewels and djinn, carpets and rings and wild afreets, kings and princes and cities of brass.

And he prays as he walks (cursing his one weak leg the while), prays to Allah (who made all things) that somewhere, in the darkness of dreams, abides the other Baghdad (that can never die), and the other egg of the Phoenix.

Neil Gaiman – The Sandman, vol. 6 (1993)

Imagine a thousand fireflies of every shape and color; Oh, that was Baghdad at night in those days.

Neil Gaiman – The Sandman, vol. 6 (1993)

Cain: It was my mystery and you gave it away!
Abel: Buhbut Cain, it’s not one of the big secrets. It’s not important.
Cain: That’s not the point! I keep telling you: it’s the mystery that endures. Not the explanations. A good mystery can last for ever.

Neil Gaiman – The Sandman, vol. 6 (1993)

Cain: So here we are, all three of us. Just like the old days. And we’ve even got an audience. Let’s tell stories.
Eve: I’ve stopped telling stories.
Cain: No one stops telling stories. It’s in the blood. Storytellers who don’t tell stories aren’t anything. They’re nothing at all.