I wanted to put a reference to masturbation in one of the scripts for the Sandman. It was immediately cut by the editor. She told me, “There’s no masturbation in the DC Universe.” To which my reaction was, “Well that explains a lot about the DC Universe.
I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means. I think it means ‘Don’t leave me here alone.’
calmtheham:

Celebrating the 10th anniversary of American Gods by cooking up this lil’ poster.

calmtheham:

Celebrating the 10th anniversary of American Gods by cooking up this lil’ poster.

Not only are there no happy endings,” she told him. “There aren’t even any endings.

She smiled at him, looking suddenly, and for the first time, vulnerable. She patted him on the arm. “You’re fucked up, Mister. But you’re cool.”

“I believe that’s what they call the human condition,” said Shadow.

“I figure you’re at school.”

“UW Madison.”

“Where you are undoubtedly studying art history, women’s studies, and probably casting your own bronzes. And you probably work in a coffeehouse to help cover the rent.”

She put down her fork, nostrils flaring, eyes wide. “How the fuck do you know that?”

Beyond that, he was numb: heart-numb, mind-numb, soul-numb. And the numbness, he realized, went a long way down, and a long way back. So what do I want? he asked himself. He couldn’t answer, so he just kept on walking, a step at a time, on and on through the woods.
That,” said Wednesday, driving off, “is the eternal folly of man. To be chasing after the sweet flesh, without realizing that it is simply a pretty cover for the bones. Worm food. At night, you’re rubbing yourself against worm food. No offense meant.
neil-gaiman:

ricktimus:

Gaiman & Pratchett

199/1991. Signing our way across America. We were babies.

neil-gaiman:

ricktimus:

Gaiman & Pratchett

199/1991. Signing our way across America. We were babies.

(Source: svetlanalemon)