People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.
Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot.
For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.
You lived what anybody gets, Bernie. You got a lifetime. No more. No less.
The only reason people die, is because EVERYONE does it. You all just go along with it. It's RUBBISH, death. It's STUPID. I don't want nothing to do with it.
For some folks death is release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them.
I must confess, I have always wondered what lay beyond life, my dear. Yeah, everybody wonders. And sooner or later everybody gets to find out.
Nothing is immune to Time. Not even eternity.
