To be Despair. It is a portrait. Only close your eyes and feel.

You lived what anybody gets, Bernie. You got a lifetime. No more. No less.

Though I adore the idea of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, Sandman, the Tooth Fairy, and such luminary characters—especially their altruism and devotion—I still don’t believe in them. For I know the truth. Only one...

People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

He said, “Were he only like his sister—what a difference that would make! For there never was such a sweet and gentle lady! I hear her footsteps, as she goes about the world. I hear...

You hurt. It’s okay. I hurt too. Hold my hand.

For there was nothing in his eyes but the black night and the cold stars.

I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon: through the dreams of countries and cities, past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall.

I move from dreamer to dreamer, from dream to dream, hunting for what I need. Slipping and sliding and flickering through the dreams; and the dreamer will wake, and wonder why this dream seemed different,...

[Dream] I do not want a grape.[Desire] I could make you want one.

I am not in my gallery and neither do I hold your sigil. Will you speak to me?

For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.

Is there a word for forgetting the name of someone when you want to introduce them to someone else at the same time you realize you’ve forgotten the name of the person you’re introducing them...

The only reason people die, is because EVERYONE does it. You all just go along with it.It’s RUBBISH, death. It’s STUPID. I don’t want nothing to do with it.

Never trust the storyteller. Only trust the story.

For some folks death is release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I’m there for all of them.

I don’t really like driving in the snow. There’s something about the motion of the falling snowflakes that hurts my eyes, throws my sense of balance all to hell. It’s like tumbling into a field...

I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear.Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.