Dream Country

Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot.

But he did not understand the price. Mortals never do. They only see the prize, their heart's desire, their dream... But the price of getting what you want, is getting what you once wanted.

Writers are liars my dear, surely you know that by now?

Writers are liars, my dear, surely you know that by now? And yet, things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot.

You people always hold onto old identities, old faces and masks, long after they've served their purpose. But you've got to learn to throw things away eventually.

I smoke a cigarette, and pretend I'm normal. And I wish I was dead.

Still, every little bit helps, as the old woman said when she pissed in the sea.

I only have two kinds of dreams: the bad and the terrible. Bad dreams I can cope with. They're just nightmares, and they end eventually. The terrible dreams are the good dreams.

Rainie, mythologies take longer to die than people believe. They linger on in a kind of dream country that affects all of you.

They say that cigarettes will kill you, eventually. Fine. That's just fine. I only wish they'd do it faster.