Jess Walter Quotes

I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams. But it doesn’t last forever. Wakefulness always comes to take me back.

In a wonderland they lie, dreaming as the days go by

I am living permanently in my dream, from which I make brief forays into reality.

I developed this fantasy world. I found that that was much more fun and more interesting and exciting than real life was to me. Then, once I got the guitar going when I was a teenager, I set sail for the direction I've been in my whole life.

The minute I forget to balance reality with the fantasy, I'm going back to Virginia.

I'm half living my life between reality and fantasy at all times.

I try to live instinctively. And I guess I've always enjoyed living in a fantasy world, daydreaming.

I'm half living my life between reality and fantasy at all times. It's best not to ask questions and just enjoy.

In my youth, daydreaming nurtured me, provided a safe haven. I'd sleep for twelve hours and even when awake escape to the safe place in my mind.

It's fun to pretend you're good at something you know you wouldn't be good at in real life.

I love to fantasize still, as I did as a little boy. If I see a movie, I want to fantasize about what it's all about.

She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious.

All I’ve ever done is dream. That, and only that, has been the meaning of my existence. The only thing I’ve ever really cared about is my inner life. My greatest griefs faded to nothing the moment I opened the window onto my inner self and lost myself in watching. I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry. The only thing I ever loved was pure nothingness.

To spend a life in dreams, that sounded too lovely.

His stories are good to hear at night, because we can dream about them asleep; and good in the morning, too, because then we can dream about them awake. (Cowslip)

The better you were able to imagine what you wanted to imagine, the farther you could flee from reality.

I know that I am a small, weak man, but I have amassed a large library; I dream of dangerous places.

The trouble with you and me, is that we don't live in the real world. We dream of fantastic things that may never happen.

Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.

He who passes not his days in the realm of dreams is the slave of the days.

Let me go on sleeping and I will lose myself in palaces of sand, and all the fantasies that I've been keeping will make the empty hours easier to stand.

For really, dreaming is the well-mannered people's way of committing suicide.

I live in my dreams — that's what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own. That's the difference.

It was a kingdom of dreams — a place where things would be just the way I wanted them to be.

The castle-building habit, the day-dreaming habit - how it grows! what a luxury it becomes; how we fly to its enchantments at every idle moment, how we revel in them, steep our souls in them, intoxicate ourselves with their beguiling fantasies - oh, yes, and how soon and how easily our dream-life and our material life become so intermingled and so fused together that we can't quite tell which is which, anymore.