“He loved me. I do not doubt that. In hindsight, I do not believe that I loved him: I simply felt his love for me, burning and all-consuming, and reflected it back, as the cold light of the moon reflects the light of the sun. I did not know that, at the time. I thought I loved him.”—The Sandman: The Wake, Neil Gaiman (neilgaiman)
I have always liked the stars. They are 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.
“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 liked the way you smelled. I … I miss you a lot.”—The Sandman: The Kindly Ones, Neil Gaiman (via neilgaiman)
“Anyway: 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 abattoirs. 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.”—Death @ The Sandman #20: Facade (carolcustodio)