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"The Big Dream shattered splinters into a thousand little dreams."
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"Aunt Elizabeth said, 'Do you expect to attend many balls, if I may ask?' and I said, 'Yes, when I am rich and famous.' and Aunt Elizabeth said, 'Yes, when the moon is made of green cheese."

"They say that the personal transformation that gives rise to self-realization " the transcendent function that leads to the highest echelon of human attainment " takes place on the border between consciousness and unconsciousness, and that when we dream we dissolve the boundary between consciousness and unconsciousness. In other words, we dream a world into being, and we are the collective product of our lifetime of immanent dreams. If the oracles are correct, I dreamed you into being, and you represent the real point of intersection between dream and reality."

"As the sun knows, even the sky is not the limit..."

"I used to rush into strange dreams at night: dreams many-coloured, agitated, full of the ideal, the stirring, the stormy--dreams where, amidst unusual scenes, charged with adventure, with agitating risk and romantic chance, I still again and again met Mr. Rochester, always at some exciting crisis; and then the sense of being in his arms, hearing his voice, meeting his eye, touching his hand and cheek, loving him, being loved by him--the hope of passing a lifetime at his side, would be renewed, with all its first force and fire. Then I awoke. Then I recalled where I was, and how situated. Then I rose up on my curtainless bed, trembling and quivering; and then the still, dark night witnessed the convulsion of despair, and heard the burst of passion."

"My dream, is to dream, a dream."

"If we spend enough time dreaming, then the dream might eventually become real."

"We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake."

"Many things have been written and will be written for dream. Dreams are nothing but our unclear expectations."
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"Novelists are basically inviting their readers to play a game of pretend. That's what fiction is: a game of pretend."
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