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“My dreams are going through their death flurries. I thought they were all safely buried, but sometimes they stir in their grave, making my heartstrings twinge. I mean no particular dream, you understand, but the whole radiant flock of them together—with their rainbow wings, iridescent, bright, soaring, glorious, sublime. They are dying before the steel javelins and arrows of a world of Time and Money.”

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“Things began to go wrong when I was seventeen. My band’s twenty-year-old lead guitarist earned seven years in jail for a drug-fuelled spree of violence. The other band members were quick to let go of their musical dreams, but I never did. They did the ‘mature’ thing: after writing off the band as a teenage fantasy, they got real jobs and made some money. They called it growing up. I called it giving up.”

“He knew that she had been dreaming that night and he knew what her dreams were about. She had forgotten them. He forebode to look at her. It gave him a grim, horrible, and rather uncanny sensation to think that a vivid, lacerating life could go on when one sunk in unconsciousness, a life so real that it could cause tears to stream down the face and twist the mouth in woe, and yet when the sleeper woke left no recollection behind.”

“memang begitulah hati manusia. Orang takut mengejar impian-impian mereka yang terpenting, sebab mereka merasa mereka tidak berhak memperolehnya, atau bahwa mereka tak mampu meraihnya. Kami, hati mereka, menjadi gentar hanya dengan berpikir tentang orang-orang tercinta yang akan pergi selamanya, atau tentang saat-saat yang seharusnya baik tapi ternyata tidak, atau tentang harta-harta yang mungkin mestinya sudah ditemukan tapi selamanya terkubur dalam tanah. Karena, saat hal-hal ini terjadi, kami sangat menderita.”

“In my dreams I come face to face with myriad reflections of myself, all unknown and passing strange. They speak unending in languages not my own and walk with companions I have never met, in places my steps have never gone. In my dreams I walk worlds where forests crowd my knees and half the sky is walled ice. Dun herds flow like mud, vast floods tusked and horned surging over the plain, and lo, they are my memories, the migrations of my soul.”