“... as we travel again between life and death, Waking and dream, blinking, while layers within layers,None better, none worse, unravel and knit up before us . . .”
“Death is a sleep that ends our dreaming. Oh, that we may be allowed to wake before death wakes us.”
“We were none of us particularly drunk. But then again, none of us were particularly sober either. Our exact positioning between these two points is a matter of pointless conjecture, and I will waste no time on it.”
“Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again.”
“It was what we Japanese called the onion life, peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while.”
“In a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream”