“ And then I realize: this isn’t dirty water falling from the sky.It is—literally—blood.I look up, and a droplet of blood splashes directly into my eye. I curse, rubbing my face, trying to get the blood… Beth Revis
“ Childhood is a human water, a water which comes out of the shadows. This childhood in the mists and glimmers, this life in the slowness of limbo gives us a certain layer of births. What a lot of being… Gaston Bachelard
“ Or… maybe I’m not going crazy. Maybe I’m some sort of android-cyborg-clone-thing, and I’m just breaking down.I’m not sure which way is worse.Dad laughs. You’re not in your right mind, dear, he says. N… Beth Revis
“ A certain amount of reverie is good, like a narcotic in discreet doses. It soothes the fever, occasionally high, of the brain at work, and produces in the mind a soft, fresh vapor that corrects the al… Victor Hugo
“ Ella! the voice yells, but I cannot tell where it is coming from. The sound wraps around me, spreading like spilt water and then evaporating into silence.Where am I? I whisper again.The darkness stret… Beth Revis
“ The poor young man must work for his bread; he eats; when he has eaten, he has nothing left but reverie. He enters God's theater free; he sees the sky, space, the stars, the flowers, the children, the… Victor Hugo
“ I reached inside her and pulled out the deepest memories in her body, the memories that words can’t describe, the memories that are as much a piece of her as her arms and legs. Those are the ones she’… Beth Revis
“ As the dreamscape around me grows clearer, I slip further away from it. The mind is a magical thing, I’m discovering. A dreamscape is made of thought and is wider than the sky, able to grow large enou… Beth Revis
“ Visionary Fiction speaks the language of the soul. It offers a vision of humanity as we dream it could be. Jodine Turner
“ Reverie is when ideas float in our mind without reflection or regard of the understanding. John Locke
“ I half believe him, but I can’t risk being wrong based on a gut feeling. [...]What do you want me to do? Jack throws up his hands. If I could crack open my skull and let you read my brain like a book,… Beth Revis
“ ...the solitude was intoxicating. On my first night there I lay on my back on the sticky carpet for hours, in the murky orange pool of city glow coming through the window, smelling heady curry spices… Tana French
“ What a space between men their spiritual natures create! A girl’s reverie isolates her from me, and how shall I enter it? What can one know of a girl that passes, slow steps homeward, out of thoughts,… Antoine de Saint-Exupery
“ Here, brush this old hair aside; it blinds me, that I seem to weep. Locks so grey did never grow but from out some ashes! But do I look very old, so very, very old, Starbuck? I feel deadly faint, bowe… Herman Melville
