Nathan

“Then Nuvoletta reflected for the last time in her little long life and she made up all her myriads of drifting minds in one. She cancelled all her engauzements. She climbed over the bannistars; she gave a childy cloudy cry: Nuee! Nuee! A lightdress fluttered. She was gone. And into the river that had been a stream . . . there fell a tear, a singult tear, the loveliest of all tears . . . for it was a leaptear. But the river tripped on her by and by, lapping as though her heart was brook: Why, why, why! Weh, O weh! I'se so silly to be flowing but I no canna stay!”
― James Joyce, Finnegans Wake

“This world was unreal, like a dream or adventure on the pages of a picture book, and yet realer than the whole entire world. By entering this world one entered a dream, and dreams were realer to Leena than the day time and ordinary life itself. One could imagine an escape from ordinary life, but not from a dream; in dreams everything happened fatefully, unconditionally, there was no alternative. A dream was absolute like some scary, beautiful fairy tale, prewritten, hence so frightening.”
― Eeva-Liisa Manner, Tytto Taivaan Laiturilla