Satan dreads nothing but prayer. His one concern is to keep the saints from praying. He fears nothing from prayerless studies prayerless work prayerless religion. He laughs at our toil he mocks our wisdom but he trembles when we pray.

About dreams. It is usually taken for granted that you dream of something that has made a particularly strong impression on you during the day but it seems to me its just the contrary. Often its something you paid no attention to at the time -- a vague thought that you didnt bother to think out to the end words spoken without feeling and which passed unnoticed -- these are the things that return at night clothed in flesh and blood and they become the subjects of dreams as if to make up for having been ignored during waking hours.

Can you understand your own dreams which arise with mushrooms rank richness in the night-forests within your skull

Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldnt happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she Francie was the dreamer

I had a dream about you. I asked you to dance and you said you already had a partner. That was when I noticed you were embracing a mannequin and I felt my face get flushed and I felt flustered. Its embarrassing when a mannequin is a better dancer than you but at least I was more agile than my grandpa who was making a fool of himself in the bathroom as he tried to tango with a urinal.

Libraries are sexual dream factories. The langour brings it on.

Its disquieting to reflect that ones dreams never symbolize ones real wishes but always something Much Worse... If I really wanted to be passionately embraced by Peter I should dream of dentists or gardening. I wonder what unspeakable depths of awfulness can only be expressed by the polite symbol of Peters embraces

Someday is a disease that will take your dreams to the grave with you.

I was told once by some country people that a magician should never tell his dreams because the telling will make them come true. But I say that is great nonsense.

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