Kathy Acker Quotes

Everybody underestimated the universality of the concept of a nightmare or a bad dream.

When the wish and the fear are exactly the same, we call the dream a nightmare.

A bad dream.To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.A bad dream.I remembered everything.I remembered the cadavers and Doreen and the story of the fig-tree and Marco's diamond and the sailor on the Common and Doctor Gordon's wall-eyed nurse and the broken thermometers and the negro with his two kinds of beans and the twenty pounds I gained on insulin and the rock that bulged between sky and sea like a grey skull.Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them.But they were part of me. They were my landscape

Murder offers the promise of vast relief. It is never unsexual.

In the middle of the night When I'm in this dream It's like a million little stars Spelling out your name

When I dream, I dream of him.

I have a nightmare about Tony [Blair] and Gordon [Brown] killing each other. Not every month, but now and then. I also have a recurring dream about losing.

I think that in general it is a good plan occasionally to bear in mind the fact that people were in the habit of dreaming before there was such a thing as psychoanalysis.

Everything has to do with murder.

Murder had a blood red door on the other side of which was everything unimaginable to everyone.

As soon as she hit the door we start blastin', I saw her brains hit the floor, raw laughin'.

I stared into her eyes, wide under the thick fringe of lashes, and yearned for sleep. Not for oblivion, as I had before, not to escape boredom, but because I wanted to *dream*. Maybe, if I could be unconscious, if I could dream, I could live for a few hours in a world where she and I could be together. She dreamed of me. I wanted to dream of her.

I dreamed about you baby. It was just the other night. Most of you was naked Ah, but some of you was light.

In my dreams I ate and I ate my dreams.

I see the dream and I see the nightmare, and I believe you can't have the dream without the nightmare.

It's hard to dream when you're deep inside of one.

Adam was in the dream, too; he traced the tangled pattern of ink with his finger. He said, "Scio quid hoc est." As he traced it further and further down on the bare skin of Ronan's back, Ronan himself disappeared entirely, and the tattoo got smaller and smaller. It was a Celtic knot the size of a wafer, and then Adam, who had become Kavinsky, said "Scio quid estis vos." He put the tattoo in his mouth and swallowed it. Ronan woke with a start, ashamed and euphoric. The euphoria wore off long before the shame did. He was never sleeping again.

I don't think there's a specific science you can put on dream psychology. I think that it's up to the, obviously, the individual.

I have always said to my pupils: "Learn as much as you can about symbolism; then forget it when you are analyzing a dream."

She pushed the gardener away and called for them. In her sleep she had seen love. It was poisoning. It was possessing. Devouring. Or it was seven pairs of boots climbing up the stairs to find her.

During the day, memories could be held at bay, but at night, dreams became the devil's own accomplices.

This is the way the mind functions: its whole interest is in that which you have not got.

I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold

Who knows what part we play in other people's dreams?