It's not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it's yours, and then be willing to let it go.

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.

Young man," he said, "understand this: there are two Londons. There's London Above―that's where you lived―and then there's London Below―the Underside―inhabited by the people who fell through the cracks in the world. Now you're one of them. Good night.

Is there any person in the world who does not dream? Who does not contain within them worlds unimagined?

There are accounts that, if we open our hearts to them, will cut us too deeply.

Some of the things are the same no matter which world you're in, kid. One of 'em is this: The quickest way out of something is usually straight through it.

Call no man happy, said Shadow, until he is dead