Shakespeare, William -- Tempest, Act 4, sc. 1, l. 165ff (4.1.165-175) (1611)

Dave — Wed, 15 Feb 2012 14:16:00 +0000

PROSPERO: Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616) English dramatist and poet
Tempest, Act 4, sc. 1, l. 165ff (4.1.165-175) (1611)
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Gaiman, Neil -- Sandman, Book 3. Dream Country, # 20 “Façade” (1990)

Dave — Tue, 11 May 2010 12:33:22 +0000

DEATH: When the first living thing existed, I was there, waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I’ll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave.

Neil Gaiman (b. 1960) British author, screenwriter, fabulist
Sandman, Book 3. Dream Country, # 20 “Façade” (1990)
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Shakespeare, William -- Tempest, Act 4, sc. 1, l. 165ff (4.1.165-175) (1611)

Gaiman, Neil -- Sandman, Book 3. Dream Country, # 20 “Façade” (1990)