The Sandman #64

“You’re sick.”

“No. I am a visionary.”

“There will always be sacrifices to the Morrigan, the lady of war…”

The Sandman #63

“I have come a very long way. Further than I’ve ever gone before. I am seeking the Furies.”

“Not the Furies, my Lobelia. That’s such a nasty name. It’s one of the things the call women, to put us in our place…

Termagant.

Shrew.

Vixen.

Virago.

Witch.

Bitch.

Do we look furious to you?”

The Sandman #63

“Are…are you the Furies?”

“Are we the Furies?”

“Are you a hand? Or an eye? Or a tooth?”

“No, of course not. I am myself. But I have those things within me…”

“There you go, then, my little scorpion-flail…”