W. Somerset Maugham quote #198 from Christmas Holiday
He knew that she had been dreaming that night and he knew what her dreams were about. She had forgotten them. He forebode to look at her. It gave him a grim horrible and rather uncanny sensation to think that a vivid lacerating life could go on when one sunk in unconsciousness a life so real that it could cause tears to stream down the face and twist the mouth in woe and yet when the sleeper woke left no recollection behind.