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“I don’t smoke, although it looks fantastic in films. But I light matches on those thinking blank nights when I crawl my route out onto the roof of the garage and the sky while my parents sleep innocent and the lonely cars move sparse on the faraway streets, when the pillow won’t stay cool and the blankets bother my body no matter how I move or lie still. I just sit with my legs dangling and light matches and watch them flicker away.”
― Daniel Handler, Why We Broke Up

“Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“The lunatic, the lover, and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven,
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Are you sure That we are awake? It seems to me That yet we sleep, we dream”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“Love's stories written in love's richest books.
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream

“I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was: man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was--there is no man can tell what. Methought I was,--and methought I had,--but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom...”
― William Shakespeare

“And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“χαλεπὰ τὰ καλά

Nothing beautiful without struggle.”
― Plato, The Republic

“We understand the lights. We understand the lights above the Arby’s. We understand so much. But the sky behind those lights, mostly void, partially stars, that sky reminds us: We don’t understand even more.”
― Joseph Fink, Mostly Void, Partially Stars