Not to many from Death though. I guess you guys will have to submit some.
"Can't say I've ever been too fond of beginnings, myself. Messy little things. Give me a good ending any time. You know where you are with an ending." -- One of the Kindly Ones
"Me? Lady, I'm your worst nightmare — a pumpkin with a gun." -- Mervyn Pumpkinhead
I tell you, I'm sick and tired of women in our line being stereotyped as black widows or killer nurses. I'm a serial killer, and a woman, and I'm proud of it.
-- Dog Soup, in SANDMAN #14: "Collectors"
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?
...
Green mouse ice cream was the worst. I didn’t like that at all.
-- Delirium, in Brief Lives
Dreams are weird and stupid and they scare me.
-- From Rose Walker's diary, in SANDMAN #16: "Lost Hearts"
Is the chemical aftertaste the reason why people eat hot dogs, or is it some kind of bonus?
-- Death, in Death: The Hight Cost of Living
What we are, we choose to be.
-- Nuala, in
The Kindly OnesYou know the best thing about aeroplanes? Apart from the peanuts in the little silver bags, I mean. It's looking out of the windows at the clouds, and thinking, maybe I could go walking in there. Maybe it's a special place where everything's okay. Sometimes I do go walking in the clouds. But it's just cold and wet and empty, but when you look out of a plane it's a special world...
-- Delirium, in Brief Lives
- I think the whole world's gone mad.
- Uh-Uh. It's always been like this. You probably just don't get out enough.
-- Sexton Furnival and Death, in Death: The High Cost of Living
It is a fool's prerogative to utter truths that no one else will speak.
-- Dream, in Dream Country
You know something? We came here for you, a long time ago, when you died. Well, it wasn't here and that wasn't you, but we did anyway.
-- Delirium to Despair, in The Wake
- Del? That's not for eating. I think it's a table decoration.
- It's nice. It tastes a bit like forever... I like the way colors taste. Except I don't like crimsons... or turquoises... especially when they put their heads in their shells and won't play, and when you break their shells to let them out, they DIE...
- That's turtles, dear. Or tortoises.
- I think it's Turquoises.
-- Delirium, with Death and Despair helping a bit, in
The WakeAnyway: 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 abbatoirs. 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, in
Dream Country
All right. I admit it. He's got a point.
The sunsets are bloody MARVELOUS, you old bastard.
Satisfied?
-- Lucifer, in Season of Mists
Facets, Matthew.
Facets.
-- Dream, in The Kindly Ones