“I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon: through the dreams of countries and cities, past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall.”

“Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.”

“She didn’t watch the dead, ancient bone-chess cities slide under, or the old canals filled with emptiness and dreams. Past dry rivers and dry lakes they flew, like a shadow of the moon, like a torch burning.”

“Dali dreamed of Hitler as a white-skinned girl- impossibly pale, luminous and lifeless as the moon.”

“Down in the cellar, under a stairCovered with cobwebsNobody caresWithered and pale forgotten it seemsThat's where i hide them,Yesterday's dreams. Shake out the memories, blow off the dustSmooth out the wrinklesRub off the rustRemember the times they sparkled so brightFar out of sightDown in the cellar, under a stairCovered with cobwebsNobody caresWithered and pale, forgotten it seemsThat's where I hide them,Yesterday's dreams.”

“On Earth, we are unmanned by our longing for a pastoral past that never really existed; and that, if it had existed, could never exist again...on the Moon, there is no past to long for or dream about. There is no direction but forward.”