“My dreams are a stupid refuge, like an umbrella against a thunderbolt.”

“I think he’s crude, I think he’s medieval, and I don’t want an elderly gentleman from Vienna with an umbrella inflicting his dreams upon me. I don’t have the dreams that he discusses in his books. I don’t see umbrellas in my dreams. Or balloons.”

“An umbrella is of no avail against a Scotch mist.”

“It hit me like a thunderbolt!”

“My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed — my dearest pleasure when free.”

“I have forgotten my umbrella.”

“"The thunderbolt, ay, where the thunderbolt?" Apollo laments.”
Fulmen, io ubi fulmen?' ait. gemit auctor Apollo.

“The mind is like an umbrella - it functions best when open.”

“Under each arm he carries an umbrella; one of them, with pictures on the inside, he spreads over the good children, and then they dream the most beautiful stories the whole night. But the other umbrella has no pictures, and this he holds over the naughty children so that they sleep heavily, and wake in the morning without having dreamed at all.”

“Ender didn't like fighting. He didn't like Peter's kind, the strong against the weak, and he didn't like his own kind either, the smart against the stupid.”