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Dream: Past and future both cast their ripples into the dreaming.
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman - A Game Of You: Slaughter on Fifth Avenue


Barbie: I wasn't allowed to read comics when I was a girl. Pop said they were unladylike. He used to say that lots of things were unladylike. I was his little lady. I wonder what he'd say if he could see me now. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I don't recognize me.
Wanda: I think my parents tell their friends I'm dead. My Aunt Dora who still talks to me -- I mean she prays for me to repent my wicked ways, but she talks at least -- She says they've still got my old room at home on the farm, just like it was when I left. All my old toys and everything laid out on the bed. Just like it's a shrine or something.
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman - A Game Of You: Slaughter on Fifth Avenue


Barbie: And, listen, Hazel. When it comes to sex... Well, don't ever believe anything a guy says.
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman - A Game Of You: Lullabies of Broadway


Hazel: Wanda?
Wanda: Yeah?
Hazel: You've got a thingie.
Wanda: Hazel. Didn't anyone ever tell you that it's not polite to draw attention to a lady's shortcomings.
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman - A Game Of You: Bad Moon Rising


Maisie Hill: I tell 'em what I see, lady. Jes' nobody listens to me, is all. Crazy old lady talk. Nobody listens to a crazy old lady. [She looks to the moon] First you're there, then you're gone, now you're there again. You laughin' at me, lady? Moon goes away. Moon comes back. That ain't natural. Nobody looks up in the sky any more.
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman - A Game Of You: Bad Moon Rising


Wilkinson: I loved bein' a kid. I was one of seventeen children. We were all named Wilkinson -- I suppose it was roughest on the girls, but we all god used to it in the end. I blame the parents, really.
Barbie: I was an only child
Wilkinson: I would've liked to've bin an only child. That way when someone shouts Wilkinson, you know if it's you or not. Mustn't grumble. Our parents were the salt of the earth. Lovely people. It was just when they found a name they liked, they stuck with it.
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman - A Game Of You: Beginning to See The Light


Wanda: Inside I'm a woman.
George's face: She doesn't think so. And to be honest uh well even if you had uh had the operation it wouldn't make much difference to the uh moon. It's chromosomes as much as uh anything... It's like uh gender isn't something you can pick and choose as uh far as the gods are concerned.
Wanda: Well, that's something the gods can take and stuff up their sacred recta. I know what I am.
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman - A Game Of You: Beginning to See The Light


The Cuckoo: Boys and girls are different, you know that? Little boys have fantasies in which they're faster, or smarter, or able to fly. Where they hide their faces in secret identities, and listen to the people who despise them admiring their remarkable deeds. [...] Now, little girls, on the other hand, have different fantasies. Much less convoluted. Their parents are not their parents. Their lives are not their lives. They are princesses. Lost princesses from distant lands. And one day the kind and queen, their REAL parents, will take them back to their land, and then they'll be happy for ever and ever. Little cuckoos.
Neil Gaiman - The Sandman: A Game Of You: Over the Sea to Sky


In the pale light of the moon I play the game of you. Whoever I am. Whoever you are. All sense of where I am, of who I am and where I'm going, has been swallowed by the dark. And I walk through the stars and sky... a trinity of dreams beneath the moon.
Neil Gaiman - The Sandman: A Game Of You: Over the Sea to Sky


Maisie Hill: I don' talk to no dead people. 'S bad luck.
Neil Gaiman - The Sandman: A Game Of You: Over the Sea to Sky


Foxglove (Donna Cavanagh): You are pregnant, aren't you?
Hazel McNamara:Well I haven't done a test or anything. I mean, I didn't get round to it yet. Not that I'm worried about killing rabbits because you don't have to do that anymore--
Foxglove (Donna Cavanagh): HAZEL. Shut the Hell up.
Hazel McNamara: Sorry.
Foxglove (Donna Cavanagh): ...Shithead... If we EVER get home again, I'm going to, I don't know. SCREAM at you. Throw things across the room. I'm going to call you names you never even KNEW I knew...
Hazel McNamara: I'm sorry...
Foxglove (Donna Cavanagh): What kind of relationship did we HAVE, for Chrissakes? You're DUMB, you know that? Dumb and selfish and, and, deceitful, and secretive, and--and--and--DUMB. [Hazel begins to cry.] Oh... shit. Do you know how much a baby's going to cost us?
Hazel McNamara: Snf?
Foxglove (Donna Cavanagh): For a start, we have to buy one of those dumb books full of names...
Hazel McNamara: Fox? Fox, I do love you. [They hold hands.]
Foxglove (Donna Cavanagh): Damn straight you do. Jerk.
Neil Gaiman - The Sandman: A Game Of You: Over the Sea to Sky


Maisie Hill: So what're you? A guy or a gal?
Wanda: I'm... I was BORN a guy. And NOW I'm a gal. Only I haven't gone all the way...
Maisie Hill: Yeah. My grandson, Billy, was like you. He was a cute little thing. He'd sashay around sweet as anythin'. He was savin' fer the operation. His maw used to say he was the daughter she never had.
Wanda: I wish MY mom had said that. She said I was the spawn of the Devil.
Maisie Hill: Thass dumb. Just because someone's different don't make 'em bad.
Neil Gaiman - The Sandman: A Game Of You: Over the Sea to Sky


Barbie: He [Morpheus] began to talk, very quietly, in that strange voice of his, that sounded like you were hearing it in the back of your head. I'd heard the people talk about Murphy before, but I'd never imagined he existed. It was like meeting god, or someone like that. You don't figure they're ever actually going to show up. He was very tall, and very beautiful, and very distant. I don't know what language the words were in, but I felt like I ought to have understood them-- or rather, that part of me DID understand them, on some deep, buried level. His cloak was blowing in the wind like a patch of midnight, and his eyes glittered like twin stars. He seemed to fill the world. Nothing had changed, but it was as if he were as big as the land, and still he was speaking. I knew that if he had been speaking to me I would have understood... But he wasn't speaking to me. He was talking to Luz. Poor dead Luz, my little Judas. I could not find it in my heart to blame her: I, too, had been one of the servants of the Cuckoo, felt the overpowering need to protect and nurture her; to do anything that would make her happy. Luz got up. She stumbled. And then she walked into the blackness of his robe and she was gone. Murphy's peace be with you, Luz. If he has peace to give. He continued talking. And they came. Hundreds of them. Thousands of them. Walking and marching, some of them dancing down the causeway toward the Isle of Thorns. There were giants and centaurs and witches and fauns; bears and trolls; even a handful of giant spiders. I saw Wilkinson and Prinado, walking together. They waved when they saw me. They walked past me, the living and the dead, and one by one they vanished into the darkness of his cloak. Then there were others walking past. Different wonderful characters-- soldiers and courtiers, youngest sons and cats-in-boots: these weren't the inhabitants of MY land. These were someone else's people-- some earlier princess's escape from reality... Did he become huge? Or did they become tiny as they reached him? Did such concepts even apply?
Neil Gaiman - The Sandman: A Game Of You: Over the Sea to Sky


Barbie: Then there was that sensation you get on waking, as everything moved further away, and I started to become aware of the cold -- and in my dream it was warm, and so I tried to stay in my dream forever, but the harder I held on the further it slipped away from me... And then I. And then I woke. And then I woke up.
Neil Gaiman - The Sandman: A Game Of You: I Woke Up and One of Us Was Crying


Barbie: Okay. Here goes. Barbie's idea. It's like, that people... Well, that everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world -- no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds... Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe.
Neil Gaiman - The Sandman: A Game Of You: I Woke Up and One of Us Was Crying