"Tears were warm, and girls were beautiful, like dreams. I liked movie theaters, the darkness and intimacy, and I liked the deep, sad summer nights."

- Haruki Murakami

“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love.”

- Franz Kafka

"I couldn’t even tell you about anything that I saw. I didn’t talk to anybody. The cicadas kept dying outside, and as I dreamed, my mouth grew thick and venomous with silence."

- Yiwei Chai

"how dreamlike things are, how skinned of flesh and blood…"

- Virginia Woolf

"Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet. Far away the sea sounds and resounds. "

- Pablo Neruda

"...lives eating lives, the unstoppable chew, and I wondered if any of those vacationing people feel all the blood rushing under the surface, and I wondered if the fleshy, dying underside of the ocean is what they’re really after as they stare—that ferocious pulse under all things placid. "

- Catherine Lacey

"I dreamt of you last night—as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me. "

- Vladimir Nabokov

"A year like this, passes so strangely, somewhere between sorrow and bliss"

- Florence Welch