Desire, listen to me carefully. Remember this. We of the endless are the servants of the living -- we are not their masters. We exist because they know, deep in their hearts, that we exist.-Dream, in SANDMAN #16: "Lost Hearts"
Human beings are the creatures of desire. They twist and bend as I require it. If I thought otherwise, I would crack, like Delirium; or I would abandon my realm, like our lost brother.
-Desire's thoughts, in SANDMAN #16: "Lost Hearts"
And Desire walks the endless pathways of its body, certain that he, or she, or it, is in sole and only control of its destiny. The only inhabitant of the twilight realm of Desire; and it feels nothing like a doll. Nothing like a doll at all.
-Closing words of SANDMAN #16: "Lost Hearts"
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