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Neil Gaiman – The Sandman, vol. 10 (1996)

“Why did you not want a tragedy? Something lofty, something dark, a tale of a noble hero with a tragic flaw?”

“I wanted a tale of graceful ends. I wanted a play about a King who drowns his books, and breaks his staff, and leaves his kingdom. About a magician who becomes a man. About a man who turns his back on magic.”

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Neil Gaiman – The Sandman, vol. 10 (1996)

Ben: So…tell me about your new play. Does it go well?

Will: Not really, no. I am writing a scene in which Miranda, our virginal and innocent heroine, sits and listens as her father Prospero, the exiled and deposed Duke of Milan, and a wise magician, laboriously explains the plot to her.
I trust they will finish soon, and allow me to get on to more interesting matters.

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Neil Gaiman – The Sandman, vol. 10 (1996)

Death’s a funny thing. I used to think it was a big, sudden thing, like a huge owl that would swoop down out of the night and carry you off. I don’t anymore. I think it’s a slow thing. Like a thief who comes to your house day after day, taking a little thing here and a little thing there, and one day you walk round your house and there’s nothing there to keep you, nothing to make you want to stay. And then you lie down and shut up for ever. Lots of little deaths until the last big one.

Hob Gadling

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Neil Gaiman – The Sandman, vol. 10 (1996)

the envoy O’Shaughnessy: Sir Librarian–the young lord in white…who was he?

Lucien: He is Dream of the Endless.

envoy: He is…? But the wake. That ceremony. I was told that Dream of the Endless was no more.

Lucien: Yes.

envoy: So…who died?

Lucien: Nobody died. How can you kill an idea? How can you kill the personification of an action?

envoy: Then what died? Who are you mourning?

Abel: A puh-point of view.

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Neil Gaiman – The Sandman, vol. 9 (1996)

Dream: Facets, Matthew. Each facet catches the light in its own way. It glints and sparkles and flashes uniquely. It would almost be possible to believe that the facet was the jewel; not just a tiny part of it. But, then, as we move the jewel another facet catches the light…

Matthew: So? What’s your point?

Dream: My point? I have no point, Matthew, save for the jewel, and the facets, and the light. We see an aspect of the whole. But the facet is not the jewel…