“why shouldn't I dream myself into happiness? What higher reality is there than dream?”
“Oh, Marilla, I thought I was happy before. Now I know that I just dreamed a pleasant dream of happiness. This is the reality.”
“Reality can destroy the dream, why shouldn’t the dream destroy reality.”
“Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore.”
“I wished the dream were real, and this reality a dream. But that wasn't the case. And that was why, whenever I woke up, I'd be crying. It wasn't because I was sad. When you return from a happy dream to sad reality, there's a chasm you have to step across, and you can't cross it without shedding tears. It doesn't matter how many times you do it.”
“If reality is nothing more than what is in our mind, then what is the diffrence between this world and a dream?”