For most of us, nighttime dreaming brings us closer to our identities and our power than any activity in the waking world.

Dreams have always been my friend, full of information, full of warnings.

Some nights are like honey—and some like wine—and some like wormwood.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

Our entire history is merely the history of the waking life of man; nobody has yet considered the history of his sleeping life.

The twilight is the crack between the worlds.

I curse the night, yet doth from day me hide.

Living is an ailment that is relieved every sixteen hours by sleep. A palliative. Death is the cure.

By night an atheist half believes a God.

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

I’ve dreamed enough to have a drink.

Each night’s new terror drives away the terror of the night before.

The law is not the same at morning and at night.