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Our library isn't very extensive," said Anne, "but every book in it is a friend. We've picked our books up through the years, here and there, never buying one until we had first read it and knew that it belonged to the race of Joseph. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#library #reading #dreams

The dream vocabulary shaves meanings finer and closer than do the world's daytime dictionaries. ↗

— Mark Twain

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I was taking a nap in the theater one day while I ditched English, when I looked up and saw Jess on the stage. I had to pinch myself, because I figured either I was dreaming or else I’d died and gone to heaven—which given my history was probably not where I’d end up. ↗

— Carolee Dean

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What, in all very seriousness, the hell was going on? ↗

— Jeff Lindsay

#seriousness #dreams

Several people toss and turn in their sleep, startled by the lines of the newspapers in their dreams, knives out, lights out, lights out, knives out! ↗

— Hans Carl Artmann

#newspapers #sleep #surrealism #dreams

A blind man's world is bounded by the limits of his touch; an ignorant man's world by the limits of his knowledge: a great man's world by the limits of his vision. ↗

— E. Paul Hovey

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I ate mythology & dreamt' - Yusef Komunyakaa (Blackberries) ↗

— Yusef Komunyakaa

#dream #myth #mythology #dreams

No, what numbed these fields, peopled with bad dreams was not the oppressive grip of a plague but rather an ailing retreat, a sort of sad widowhood. Man had started to subdue these vacant expanses, then had grown weary of eating into it, and now even the desire to preserve what had been claimed had perished. He had established everywhere an ebb, a sorrowful withdrawal. His cuttings into the forest, which were seen at long intervals, had lost their hard edges, their distinct notches: now a thick brushwood had driven its sabbath into the broad daylight of the glades, hiding the naked trunks as high as their lowest branches. ↗

— Julien Gracq

#time #woods #dreams

Chapter Eighteen: You’re supposed to pinch yourself – not the one you’re dreaming about. ↗

— Nicki Elson

#romance #sarcasm #dreams

Perhaps it's something other than insomnia, to lie listening to children yelling as if they've re-created light; to try to dream, but succeed only in remembering; to toss and sweat in a dirty paste of sheets, while the drone of a ball game is gradually replaced by the buzz of a fly -- a fly buzzing like the empty frequencies between stations as its shadow grows enormous between the shade and windowpane. Is it insomnia for a man to wad his ears with the cotton from a pill bottle, to mask his eyes with blinders, and press a stale pillow over his head, praying for another day to burn down, so he can wake into another night? ↗

— Stuart Dybek

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