Quotes About Surreal

you appear without prelude midway between my eyes and the nearest trees, your colours bright, your outline flattened suspended in the air with no more reason for occurring exactly here than this billboard, this highway or that cloud.

He looked like something that had gotten loose from Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Wake up! Time to die!

I turned and it seemed the room was pulsing violently around me, all its color coalescing as though Monet's spirit had infected the very fabric of all solid matter and the air. All the objects of the room seemed arbitrary and symbolic. And beyond lay the savage night-Lestat's Savage Garden-and random unanswerable stars. As for Louis, he was captivated as only he can become, yielding as men almost never yield, no matter in what shape or form the male spirit may be clothed.

Right before my eyes he was seemingly as solid as I was; and then I felt the tingling all through my limbs as he merged with me, and the tiny stabs on my hands and my neck and my face. I struggled as if I were caught in a perfect net.

She had understood before she had ever dreamed of a city such as this, where every texture, every color, leapt out at you, where every fragrance was a drug, and the air itself was something alive and breathing. I

my brain is a boardinghouse where my waking consciousness rents one room with a hot plate and a black-and-white TV while the rest of the rooms are occupied by a random assortment of banshees, ghosts, mimes wearing eagle feathers, and approximately twelve thousand strangers who look exactly like me.

I need dating advice. Fast...Julian, how did you meet your wife? Julian shrugged. My brother the sex god cursed me into a book for two thousand years. Grace got drunk on her birthday and summoned me out of it. Vane rolled his eyes. That's useless. Kyrian? What about you? I woke up handcuffed to Amanda. Vane could work with that. So I need to get a set of handcuffs?

My favorite part of dreams. Clothing is optionable. V'Aidan

Funniest thing happened though, you wouldn't believe it, ha, the mannequins came to life. I went insane.

My life feels so surreal. That's why I've made a shtick of being me.

If you have a surreal life like I do, you've got to have fun along the way.

They experience the aliens, indeed their abductions themselves, as happening in another reality, although one that is as powerfully actual to them as – or more so than – the familiar physical world.

asked how he went into her womb. "I just went into her one night in the winter," he said, "everybody was asleep, and there was a little bit of a fire left in the fireplace. I went into her womb. I knew that's where I wanted to go. When I went in she became pregnant. She was laying there sleeping and I went into her.

And on the second OOOOOOOO, you picture just a naked glowing green skull that hangs there vibrating gape-mouthed in a prison cell. Or whatever it is you picture.

Go to hell." Io said. Rudolf nodded. Then he picked up his raincoat, turned around, and went to hell. Up to then, I hadn't been impressed by the quality of the writing, but that ending blew me away. He turned around, picked up his raincoat, and went to hell.

You think you're fine. You think you get through it all right. And then you wake up sure the cold sweat on your face is blood, so real you can taste it.

A dark chuckle and the sensation of shifting earth, of a crimson eye splintering darkness, and the presence was gone as suddenly as it had come.

Her long green-and-silver body lay like a jeweled ribbon dropped on the dust-colored winter grass near that strange white tree, her woman's torso rose among the ice-covered branches, her hands upraised like a supplicating sinner.

You're on a ride-along in a jumbo flying squid. Dosideieus gigas. I thought it would be nicer than waking up in a hospital bed, given how much time you've spent in those.

A bright yellow frog smoking a cigarette through a holder.

Please don't let this be a dream. I don't want to wake up, if it is.

So, day after day, he lived in the grey phantasmal world, akin to death, that has, somehow, with most of us, made good its claim to be called life.

Maybe I was just lucky, but I had the best pregnancy, and I loved giving birth. It was just the most amazing thing, so surreal but so real.