Quotes About Surreal

Any business that wanted to set up shop inside the OASIS had to rent or purchase virtual real estate (which Morrow dubbed "surreal estate") from GSS.

Living is abnormal.

Lo que hace del amor una forma de locura es que no guarda ninguna conexión con lo real.

In my opinion, it's more interesting to see magic happening in a world that feels grounded. If the world is already crazy, then anything can happen. So it's better to start with something real.

Comic absurdity is of the same nature as that of dreams.

And upsidedown in the earth a dead man walks upon my soles when I walk.

If you are still alive when you read this, close your eyes. I am under their lids, growing black.

A lot of us in Slipknot, we get to go to wounded soldier hospitals where soldiers have lost their limbs. That's surreal. It's even more surreal to talk to them about your band. They're talking to you about war and losing their limbs, and at same time, they're talking about their favorite album, these kind of things.

It's surreal working with people you admire. I don't think it ever goes away, no matter how human people are; there's always that moment of 'Oh wow, that's still George Clooney!' But I find that the most talented people tend to be the nicest.

How very like a dream this all is.

there is no backstory in dream. Time slips all its handcuffs. So:

He wondered if he'd be better off staying at the bum shelter with his false bum and forgetting about his real bum. But he couldn't. His bum was trying to take over the world.

Similar phenomena occur in dreams, and lead us through the most unlikely phantasmagoria, without causing us any surprise, because our verifying apparatus and our sense of control have gone to sleep, while our imaginative faculty wakes and works.

Love is when you suddenly wake up as a cannibal, and not just any old cannibal, or else wake up destined for devourment.

The end is near. I hear a noise at the door, as of some immense slippery body lumbering against it. It shall not find me. God, that hand! The window! The window!

My searchlight expired, but still I ran. I heard voices, and yowls, and echoes, but above all there gently rose that impious, insidious scurrying, gently rising, rising as a stiff bloated corpse gently rises above an oily river that flows under endless onyx bridges to a black putrid sea. Something bumped into me - something soft and plump. It must have been the rats; the viscous, gelatinous, ravenous army that feast on the dead and the living...

En épocas extrañas hasta la muerte puede morir.

I made it last night in a dream of strange cities;

All the birds had flown away, save only the great, grotesque penguins.

Hippopotami should not have human hands and carry torches...men should not have the heads of crocodiles...

I hear and do strange things in sleep, and awake with a kind of exaltation instead of terror.

Ama mistiklerin gördüÄŸü düÅŸlerin dünyan?n ac?mas?z ak?lc?l??? kar??s?nda ne a??rl??? olabilirdi ki?

Ansigterne på den flygtende menneskemængde var forvrængede af et åbenlyst vanvid, født af en uudholdelig rædsel, og deres læber formede ord, der var så frygtelige, at ingen magtede at standse op for at få fat i meningen.

Numbers of men, or things which had been men, dropped to the floor and began lapping at the puddles of spilled liquor, but most remained immovable, watching the unprecedented actions of the barroom drudge and derelict.