
“Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream”
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream
“Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream”
Source: A Midsummer Night's Dream
“And oh my dreams
It's never quite as it seems
'Cause you're a dream to me
Dream to me.”
"Dreams"
Everybody Else Is Doing It, So Why Can't We? (1993)
1990s, The Rum Diary (1998)
Context: By the time we got to the street, I could see the first rays of the sun, a cool pink glow in the eastern sky. The fact that I’d spent all night in a cell and a courtroom made that morning one of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. There was a peace and brightness about it, a chilly Caribbean dawn after a night in a filthy jail. I looked out at the ships and the sea beyond them, and I felt crazy to be free with a whole day ahead of me.
Then I realized I would sleep most of the day, and my excitement disappeared.
Before the Flowers of Friendship Faded Friendship Faded (1931)
Song lyrics, Lionheart (1978)
Variant: Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
Source: Thirst
“The nicest thing for me is sleep, then at least I can dream.”
“In conclusion, they should let me out of jail.”
VICE, "What Radio Censorship Says About America" http://www.vice.com/en_ca/read/what-radio-censorship-says-about-america 17 December 2013.
“Pascal’s Wager never appealed to me. It seems logically…shallow.”
“Perhaps because it posits only two choices,” said Aenea. Somewhere in the desert night, an owl made a short, sharp sound. “Spiritual resurrection and immortality or death and damnation,” she said.
“Those last two aren’t the same thing,” I said.
“No, but perhaps to someone like Blaise Pascal they were. Someone terrified of ‘the eternal silence of these infinite spaces.’”
“A spiritual agoraphobic,” I said.
Aenea laughed. The sound was so sincere and spontaneous that I could not help loving it. Her.
“Religion seems to have always offered that false duality,” she said, setting her cup of tea on a flat stone. “The silences of infinite space or the cozy comfort of inner certainty.”
Source: The Rise of Endymion (1997), Chapter 10 (p. 166)