Chicago happened slowly, like a migraine.

Death is the second oldest of the Endless. It's hard not to love her. She loves you, after all.

If people are standing up there saying, my football team just won with help from God, then obviously God just pissed over the other team.

I think you're doing better than you were the last time we saw you. You're growing a new heart, for a start.

You musn’t be afraid of the dark.’ ‘I’m not,’ said Shadow. ‘I’m afraid of the people in the dark.

Love isn't quite desire... Love is probably a little bit in The Sandman's domain. Love is partly a dream, it's partly to do with desire, and sometimes it's partly to do with death, as well. It's also very often something to do with delirium.

It would have been hard for Fat Charlie to say exactly when the accumulation of birds on the wire mesh moved from interesting to terrifying. It was somewhere in the first hundred or so, anyway. And it was in the way they didn't coo, or caw, or trill, or song. They simply landed on the wire, and they watched him.