“Your head’s like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the weight of oceans and the turning stars. Whole universes fit in there! But what do we choose to keep in this miraculous cabinet? Little broken things, sad trinkets that we play with over and over. The world turns our key and we play the same little tune again and again and we think that tune’s all we are.”
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
But in your dreams whatever they be
Dream a little dream of me
“Belief in a cruel God makes a cruel man.” -Thomas Paine
“Little solace comes
to those who grieve
as thoughts keep drifting
as walls keep shifting
and this great blue world of ours
seems a house of leaves
Moments before the wind.”
(House of Leaves 563)
“There’s no earthly way of knowing, Which direction we are going, There’s no knowing where we’re rowing, Or which way the river’s flowing, Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing? Not a speck of light is showing so the danger must be growing, Are the fires of hell A-glowing? Is the grisly reaper mowing? YES! The danger must be growing, for the rowers keep on rowing, And they’re certainly not showing, any signs that they are slowing!!!”
Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka
Charlie and The Chocolate Factory
“Atasquese que hay lodo!”
Ancient Mexican Proverb
Parce que moi je rêve, moi je ne le suis pas.
Parce que je rêve, je rêve.
Parce que je m’abandonne la nuit dans mes rêves
avant qu’on ne me laisse le jour
parce que je n’aime pas.
Parce que j’ai peur d’aimer,
je ne rêve plus,
je ne rêve plus.