There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why… I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?
I think, therefore I am. I think.
The noblest instincts, the purest sympathies, are reviled and persecuted, and if ever two poor souls do meet, then everything is organized to prevent their union.
For his pleasures had so trampled over his heart, like schoolboys in a playground, that no green thing grew there, and whatever passed that way, being more frivolous than children, left not so much as its name carved on the wall.
Dreams were the ideal vehicle for this project: universal experiences with a history of fascination expressed in popular and esoteric literature, but with clear links to the extreme states of insanity and everyday abnormality.
John Forrester (Introduction)
Drinking alone is almost as bad as shitting in company.