“Bow down, I am the emperor of dreams.”
“I am Zebedee, lord of the woods! Bow down snail, I have dominion!”
“Gardeners, I think, dream bigger dreams than emperors.”
“I did not bow down to you, I bowed down to all the suffering of humanity.”
“Even now I cannot believe that I am still alive and writing this account of the emperor's death. I put my hands to my eyes, wondering if what I am relating here is not all a dream - or maybe it is not a dream: perhaps it is a delusion and I am mad, the victim of some extraordinary and monstrous hallucination. How comes it that when he is dead I am still numbered among the living?”
“You are not letting me finish.” Sedirion bowed his head apologetically. “Dreams are dreams. Money is money. Who cares where they come from. Am I the one to look a gift horse in the mouth?”