There’s no’ much I can say waking without it sounding daft and foolish, Sassenach. I can say things while you sleep. Your dreams will ken the truth of them.
The dreams are lovely. It’s the waking up that I’m beginning to resent.[Laris: Bad dreams?]
Sometimes you’ve got to have dreams.[Roger Parslow: You are aware that I work here, right? And you’re pretty much stuck here because we’re orphans and both of us have no money.]
Sitting here, all these years, nursing my offended dignity, writing books of history people prefer to forget. I never asked anything of myself at all. I haven’t been living. I’ve been waiting to die.
My father is dead. So is his dream.
I don’t sleep. I just dream.
Have you ever had a dream that is so real that it takes you a long time to just wake up?[to Marissa]
Chasing your dreams can be deadly. Especially when a creep with a science hard-on promises to make them real.
Bad dreams don’t involve swinging a loaded shotgun around.
A dream for some can be a nightmare for others.
A chance to live in a place where the only limitations are a person’s own abilities. And the will to succeed. That’s the dream.
