“What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming?”
“Thou art a dreaming thing,A fever of thyself.”
“I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws.”
“in blue wihout when blues dream bearsthe only living girls are goldquickly the living boys will bring them starsand stars will sing them bellsin bells without when bells dream bloomsthe only living boys are bravequickly the living girls will bring them doomsand dooms will praise their love”
“To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?”
“The deleriums of fever and the recollections of dreams rise out of the remote past: what the waking and the healthy seem to have forgotten, the sleeping and the sick remember.”