Quotes About Surreal

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So she sang back silently to them, as a comfort, there in the cell, and when the moonlight lay thick and bright against the gritty cheek of the sand dune, the foxes would gambol and prance for the sheer delight of it and beckon her to join them, would let her into their minds that she might know what it was to gambol and to prance on those four legs, then these four legs, to see the world from a fox's level. It was almost like flying. Almost.

Birds weren't supposed to levitate or have four mouths or twenty pairs of wings or twelve sets of legs and undulate like a dragon. But, what could you do?

his implant woke him at three A.M. local time, when he was, for reasons he never understood, dreaming about dancing fish.

I don't want to feel you die, but if that's the way that God has planned you Well, I'll put pennies on your eyes. And it will go away, see? You've only lived a minute of your life. I must be dreaming... Is someone calling me? No... I think I hear a voice, They're outside the door!

Welcome To My Nightmare!

I had accidentally stumbled onto something much more surreal—a whole fraternity of beleaguered and bandaged academics who had produced scholarship offensive to one identity group or another and who had consequently been the subject of various forms of shout-downs.

I couldn't sleep in my dream.

I am standing somewhere underground, in an underworld, with all the others. I never wanted this.

that makes me feel like I'm living in your dream.

Transpiro... Me toco. Siento que mis manos ya no son mis manos... Mi piel ya no es mi piel... Me encuentro en un estado rarísimo.. como si rozara la realidad, pero no pudiendo permanecer dentro de ella. Como si mi persona no estuviese allí, en ese lugar.

I would never write realistic prose. I don't like people who try to write in a poetic style, but in the course of their book abandon it for realism, and weave back and forth like drunkards between the surreal and the real.

I have surreal dreams, so much so that I can never make head nor tail of them.

An ambitious, surreal tale of the love between a young Arab girl sold into marriage and the orphan boy she adopts, 'Habibi' spans multiple eras of conflict and change, stretching the lifetimes of its two protagonists over many centuries.

Every day working for Rachel Zoe, Inc. is surreal for me. I have the amazing opportunity to be around beautiful clothes and smart and talented people. Whats not to love!?

The place looks like where David Lynch would meet Beaver Cleaver's mom for secret afternoons of bondage and milkshakes.

When you live with a dead man's head that won't shut up and smokes all your cigarettes, the only way to deal with the awfulness is to make it so unbelievably awful that it becomes kind of weirdly beautiful. Like an exploding giraffe full of fireworks.

Stumbling back, I shout fire hoodoo, but they walk right through that. I can't think straight. I know there are other ways to hurt them, but my brain has flatlined.

If Jesus, Jesse James, and a herd of pink robot unicorns strolled in walking on water, this bunch wouldn't even look up.

If you shot time in the gut, this is where it would crawl off to die.

We fall asleep that way and I dream about a beautiful black-eyed monster holding my hand and saying, "It's just us. The funny little people who live in the cracks in the world.

Let me make sure I have this straight. The cavalry just now rode into town and it's a Czech Gypsy porn-star zombie killer. Have I got that right?

everything in this case seemed crazy as three reefers and a quart of absinthe.

I cut off my head and threw it in the sky. It turned into birds. I called it thinking.