“The old lady gave me a cup of creamy milk form Bessie the cow. The fresh milk before it had gone through the cooler. Nothing I had drunk had ever tasted like that before: rich and warm and perfectly happy… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
“Nothing I had drunk had ever tasted like that before: rich and warm and perfectly happy in my mouth. I remembered that milk long after I had forgotten everything else.” — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
