Showing posts with label Neil Gaiman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Neil Gaiman. Show all posts

Thursday, January 22, 2015

You Sentenced Her to Hell

Dream: Sister -- you know how I felt for Nada once. What I feel for her still. But she defied me. I gave her due warning, and still she spurned me, so...
Death: So you sentenced her to hell.
Dream: ...yes.
Death: Desire was right.
Dream: What?
Death: Well, maybe not about everything. But right about Nada, anyway. You did a terrible thing to that poor girl. You acted appallingly.
Dream: You too? Even you turn on me, my sister?
Death: Oh, just shut up and let me finish. You can shout at me afterwards.
Nada loved you. She really did.
Now, maybe Desire had more to do with that -- and with your reaction to Nada's love -- than it's saying. That doesn't matter.
Because Nada was right.
It is bad for us to get involved with them. You know that.
Dream: I would have made her a goddess.
Death: Maybe she didn't want to be a goddess, little brother. Did you ever consider that?
Anyway, condemning her to an eternity in hell, just because she turned you down...
...That's a really shitty thing to do. 
 
 - Sandman #21
by Neil Gaiman and Mike Dringenberg

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Thursday Morning Theology Hangover

Go read Trillium!
I said the first time that I might not always have the opportunity on a Thursday morning to do this. And that clearly happened for the past several Thursdays. But I'm back! I've got a pot of coffee brewing and some good comic books to briefly talk about. I'll even play a little catch up with issues from the past few weeks that I haven't covered. Are you excited? Are you ready?

Friday, January 13, 2012

Wood of Suicides

Suicide Tree: ...All too much. Sandra knew everything. And the papers. So I had to. Pills. Plastic bag.
Had to get out. Needed a break. Hurting. Hurting.
...I thought the hurting would stop.
Morpheus: The Wood of Suicides has changed since my last visit to hell. I remember it as a tiny grove.
Now it resembles a forest.
- Sandman #4
by Neil Gaiman and Sam Kieth

Thursday, January 12, 2012

What Power Would Hell Have?

You say I have no power? Perhaps you speak truly...
But--you say that dreams have no power here?
Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar...
Ask yourselves, all of you...
What power would hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream of heaven?
- Sandman #4 
by Neil Gaiman and Sam Kieth