“Meg and I dreamed ... a foolish dream that we might flee to Italy, buy a small villa in the country. I would be an eccentric recluse, and she wouldnpreform on the stage. We might yet have made a life...”
“I don't think Jennifer and I are really at the child stage yet. We have been discussing a nice house plant. If we don't kill that, then in a few years, we might try a fish.”
“I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can.”
“Yet he was still shaken by fading echoes of his fear that she might flee. Losing her would be very . . . personal.”
“It would be very interesting to preserve photographically not the stages, but the metamorphoses of a picture. Possibly one might then discover the path followed by the brain in materializing a dream.”
“We are all eccentrics in our dreams. Lunatics, even.”