Quotes About Surreal

Children have an easier ability to tap into the surreal than adults do, in a funny kind of way.

What do you have when you have an agent buried up to his neck in sand? Not enough sand.

I squared my shoulders, trying to ignore the fact that I was standing in the apartment of the sea witch, wearing a fairy-tale prom gown, waiting for the attack of the mermaids.

I had a nightmare last night. I dreamed Dolly Parton was my mother and I was a bottle-baby.

I have a great diet. You're allowed to eat anything you want, but you must eat it with naked fat people.

Loving you is like a beautiful dream, where I know it's not real, but I just don't want to wake up.

One day, years later, the soldiers wheeled around to find themselves in a city of glass. Their rifles turned to carnival glass; bullets dissolved, glittering, in their hands. From the poet's zoo they heard monkeys cry; from the poet's observatory they heard poem after poem like a call to prayer.

I walk up and down the rows. The heads look like rubber halloween masks. They also look like human heads, but my brain has no precedent for human heads on tables or in roasting pans or anywhere other than on top of a human bodies, and so I think it has chosen to interpret the sight in a more comforting manner. - Here we are at the rubber mask factory. Look at the nice men and woman working on the masks.

And so i went through the looking glass, stepped into the nether world, where up is down and food is greed, where convex mirrors cover the walls where death is honour and flesh is weak. It is ever so easy to go. Harder to find your way back.

And so I went through the looking glass, stepped into the netherworld, where up is down and food is greed, where convex mirrors cover the walls, where death is honor and flesh is weak. It is ever so easy to go. Harder to find your way back.

Ea îmi picur?-n vene stropi de cer artificial, m? preface în pas?re de pânz?.

From the outside a person sees your physical form, sees that you are a unified mass of atoms and cells. Yet inside you feel like a Big Bang has happened. You feel lost, disintegrated, spread across the universe amid infinite dark space.

Philip K. Dick wrote that it is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.

When I finally got to sleep I found Edmond and told him everything that happened, and he stayed with me for hours and whether I was dreaming or just borderline schizophrenic I didn't know and didn't care either. At

I was stunned by the way my mother's body was being taken to pieces, how each new week brought a new failure, how surreal the disintegration of a body was.

How can a living man be a person who has nothing to lose? This is very absurd! Even a dead man has something to lose: His coffin!

There is no gravity in the Planet of Love; everything floats in the air.

This world has a secret rule: Those who have to die live, and those who have to live die!

The man on the ceiling casts shadows of flesh, and sometimes the shadows take on lives of their own.

opened the cover and saw a crude drawing of a giant kitten chewing on several screaming farmers

transforms the victim's head into a pumpkin.

Life is my nightmare now, and paradoxically, my dreams have become escapes.

Somewhere on the periphery of that total Vietnam issue whose daily reports made the morning paper too heavy to bear, lost in the surreal contexts of television, there was a story that was as simple as it had always been, men hunting men, a hideous war and all kinds of victims.

I once had a patient who was convinced that his head was full of sea water and a crab lived inside. When I asked him what happened to his brain he told me that aliens had sucked it out with a drinking straw. "It is better this way," he insisted. "Now there's more room for the crab.