The Sandman #14 Quotes

“It seemed like the late autumn wind blew them in that night, spinning and dizzying from the four corners of the world.

It was a bitch wind, knife-sharp and cutting, and it blew bad cold.

And they came with it, scurrying and skittering, like yellow leaves and old newspapers, from a thousand places and from nowhere at all.

They came in their suits and their tee shirts, carrying rucksacks and briefcases and suitcases and plastic bags, muttering and humming and silent as the night.

It seemed like the bitter fall wind brought them there.

Perhaps it did.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman #14: Collectors

“The first wind of winter blew from the north, and it had ice and rime on its breath.

It was dirty and sharp and it cut like a razor, and if it touched you, you could wash and wash until your skin was tattered and bloodied, but you'd never be clean again.

It scattered them in the night, the quiet ones with death in their eyes.

But they left more tentatively than they had come, as if they had seen something unholy inside themselves; something they would never be able to forget.

And they left, slowly, one by one, with reluctance, leaving the safety of the light for the chill certainties of the darkness.

It seemed like the night sucked them up, took them into its dark heart.

It seemed like the darkness swallowed them...

Perhaps it did.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman #14: Collectors