Everybody who has ever read Sandman knows exactly what the Sandman looks like, which is more than anybody who has ever read The Catcher in the Rye can say about Holden Caufield.

Life is a rock, but the radio rolled me over.

I wondered, as I wondered so often when I was that age, who I was, and what exactly was looking at the face in the mirror. If the face I was looking at wasn't me, and I knew it wasn't, because I would still be me whatever happened to my face, then what was me? And what was watching?

The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.

Love me when I least deserve it, because that’s when I really need it.

I thought I was your destination. Looks like I was just another stop on the line.

There was nowhere they could have gone and they went there anyway.