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“There are two sofas, and upon one, says Poe, the proprietor lies asleep. But it is sleep as Poe most sought and valued it-not for the sake of rest, but for escape. Sleep, too, is a kind of swooning out of this world.”
― Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays

“ON MEDITATING, SORT OF Meditation, so I’ve heard, is best accomplished if you entertain a certain strict posture. Frankly, I prefer just to lounge under a tree. So why should I think I could ever be successful? Some days I fall asleep, or land in that even better place—half-asleep—where the world, spring, summer, autumn, winter— flies through my mind in its hardy ascent and its uncompromising descent. So I just lie like that, while distance and time reveal their true attitudes: they never heard of me, and never will, or ever need to. Of course I wake up finally thinking, how wonderful to be who I am, made out of earth and water, my own thoughts, my own fingerprints— all that glorious, temporary stuff.”
― Mary Oliver, Blue Horses: Poems

“And yet even this was not as real as my despairing
sense that nothing was real for me, nothing would ever be real for
me again--unless, indeed, this sensation of falling was reality.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room

“Tell me a secret, a nice one.”
― MsKingBean89, All the Young Dudes