#nightmare

Time has lost all meaning in that nightmare alley of the Western world known as the American mind. ↗

— Florence King

#american #known #lost #meaning #mind

You can't really describe how difficult it is to deal with. It is any athlete's worst nightmare to be accused of cheating by taking drugs. It really is very difficult to put into words how it makes you feel. ↗

— Greg Rusedski

#any #athlete #cheating #deal #describe

Now, Tim has been really, really busy, and it's been my job now to kind of deal with everything. And trying to figure out how we balance that, logistically it's a nightmare. But these little jobs make it much easier. ↗

— Susan Sarandon

#been #busy #deal #easier #everything

Beside you I failed to dream of anything else. ↗

— Paul Guest

#dreams

I love dressing up, but I do find the red carpet thing quite stressful. When I went to Venice Film Festival last month to promote 'Wuthering Heights,' I told my boyfriend beforehand 'I will be a nightmare, I will cry, I will be nervous.' Actually once I was there, it was fine. ↗

— Kaya Scodelario

#beforehand #boyfriend #carpet #cry #dressing

What about nightmares? Have you experienced sexual dreams of a dark nature? ↗

— S.M. Reine

#dreams #nightmares #dreams

Give them pleasure. The same pleasure they have when they wake up from a nightmare. ↗

— Alfred Hitchcock

#movies #nightmare #pleasure #movies

Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty. ↗

— Herbert Gold

#boils #brought #careers #demands #edge

I see the player piano as the grandfather of the computer, the ancestor of the entire nightmare we live in, the birth of the binary world where there is no option other than yes or no and where there is no refuge. ↗

— William Gaddis

#birth #computer #entire #grandfather #i

Musings The little poets sing of little things: Hope, cheer, and faith, small queens and puppet kings; Lovers who kissed and then were made as one, And modest flowers waving in the sun. The mighty poets write in blood and tears And agony that, flame-like, bites and sears. They reach their mad blind hands into the night, To plumb abysses dead to human sight; To drag from gulfs where lunacy lies curled, Mad, monstrous nightmare shapes to blast the world. [click on the thumbnail by Jack "King" Kirby] ↗

— Robert E. Howard

#monsters #nightmare #poets #faith