Dreams are neurological illusions, yet this fact can be proven only on waking up. If you are already awake in the typical sense—walking around, talking to other people, going to work, etc.—it’s easy to believe that this world is independently real and not another kind of neurological illusion. But t…
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Mind is a fundamental part of reality, not a byproduct. Yet what if neuroscience did concede, against all odds, that the mind is a non-physical attribute of reality. Where would that take us? The next step in the evolution of scientific thought points away from materialism to a newly fashionable con…
I like fairy tales, and I like dreaming. I try to weave the reality into the dream.
I do not sleep. I half-exist.
The world will knock you down plenty. You don’t need to be doing it to yourself.
I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.
What we call imagination is actually the universal library of what’s real. You couldn’t imagine it if it weren’t real somewhere, sometime.
Nothing is permanent. Anger passes. Stupidity is usually temporary. And even the best things in life can’t last forever.
The heart grows brutal from feeding on fantasies.
Love is a striking example of how little reality means to us.
We don’t create a fantasy world to escape reality, we create it to be able to stay.
It’s never the changes we want that change everything.
Normal is an ideal. But it’s not reality. Reality is brutal, it’s beautiful, it’s every shade between black and white, and it’s magical. Yes, magical. Because every now and then, it turns nothing into something.
The imaginary is what tends to become real.
Stupid dreams. Even the good ones are bad, because they remind you how poorly reality measures up.
Literature is a struggle over the nature of reality.
I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.
Fantasy is probably the oldest literary device for talking about reality.
Sex was never as neat as the movies made it. Real sex was messy. Good sex was messier.
You couldn’t hide from bad things and pretend they didn’t exist–that left you with a dream world, and dream worlds eventually crumbled. You had to face the truth. And then decide what you wanted.