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Lovecraft
"...all life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference between those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and (there is) no cause to value one above the other.

Poe
"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream"

E.T.A. Hoffmann
"Heads moved along on crickets’ legs attached to their ears and sneered at me. Strange fowl - ravens with human faces - whirled in the air. I recognized the concertmaster from B. with his sister, who danced madly to the tune of a waltz which her brother played on his chest, which served as a violin. Belcampo, with an ugly lizard’s face and mounted on a ghastly winged worm, violently approached me and wanted to comb my beard with a red-hot iron comb...Satan stridently laughs, “Now you are wholly mine.”

Gautier
"Who can believe that there is no soul behind those luminous eyes!"

Cortazar
"Only in dreams, in poetry, in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that, who knows, we are."

Llosa
"Prosperity or egalitarianism – you have to choose. I favor freedom – you never achieve real equality anyway, you simply sacrifice prosperity for an illusion."

Shakespeare
"Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying
nothing."

Byron
"But words are things; and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think."

Milton
"A good book is the precious life-blood of the master spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose for a life beyond."

Baudelaire
"It is the greatest art of the devil to convince us he does not exist."

Erasmus
"If a person were to try stripping the disguises from actors while they play a scene upon stage, showing to the audience their real looks and the faces they were born with, would not such a one spoil the whole play ? And would not the spectators think he deserved to be driven out of the theatre with brickbats, as a drunken disturber ?... Now what else is the whole life of mortals but a sort of comedy, in which the various actors, disguised by various costumes and masks, walk on and play each one his part, until the manager waves them off the stage ? Moreover, this manager frequently bids the same actor to go back in a different costume, so that he who has but lately played the king in scarlet now acts the flunkey in patched clothes. Thus all things are presented by shadows."

Rabelais
Gestures, in love, are incomparably more attractive, effective and valuable than words.

Holderlin
"Even the most sublime nothingness gives birth to nothingness."

Kleist
"Back to nothingness, Prince von Homburg.
. . . Such prizes cannot be achieved by dreaming!"

Eminescu
"Long she gazes. Hair soft golden,
O'er her face the moon's pale light,
While within her eyes of violet
All times fairy-tales unite."

Botta,

Blaga,

Ph.K.Dick
"I am Ubik. Before the universe was, I am. I made the suns. I made the worlds. I created the lives and the places they inhabit; I move them here, I put them there. They go as I say, they do as I tell them, I am the word and my name is never spoken, The name which no one knows. I am called Ubik, but that is not my name. I am. I shall always be.[...]
JUMP IN THE URINAL AND STAND ON YOUR HEAD.
I'M THE ONE THAT'S ALIVE. YOU'RE ALL DEAD."

Daniel Walther

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