full of interesting, fun, strange, inspiring, wonderful, and otherwise relevant dreamstuff

Friday, June 4, 2010

Dreams for Sale

Stalls had been set up all throughout the shop, next to, or even on, counters that, during the day, had sold perfume, or watches, or amber, or silk scarves. Everybody was buying. Everybody was selling. Richard listened to the market cries as he began to wander through the crowds. "Lovely fresh dreams. First-class nightmares. We got 'em. Get yer lovely nightmares here."

-Neverwhere, Neil Gaiman

No comments:

Post a Comment