“In this world of dreams, drifting off still more; and once again speaking and dreaming of dreams. Just let it be.”
“For I had come back, and I dreamed once more in the cool air of the Highlands. And the voice of my dream still echoed through ears and heart, repeated with the sound of Brianna's sleeping breath. "You are mine," it had said. "Mine. And I will not let you go.”
“In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?”
“If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep.”
“Feathers... drift on the water like dreams.”
“Let us sculpt in hopeless silence all our dreams of speaking.”