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Even when I am alone, I have real good company - dreams and imaginations and pretendings.
— LM Montgomery
There are always mystical countries that are a part of one's childhood. Those we remember and visit sometimes when we are asleep and dreaming. They are as lovely at night as they were when we were children. If you ever go back to see them they are not there. But they are as fine in the night as they ever were if you have the luck to dream of them.
— Ernest Hemingway
Where there is no imagination there is no horror.
— Arthur Conan Doyle
He was part of my dream, of course -- but then I was part of his dream, too.
— Lewis Carroll
For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.
— Lewis Carroll
Well, now that we have seen each other, said the unicorn, if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you.
— Lewis Carroll
So she sat on with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality.
— Lewis Carroll
but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.
— Lewis Carroll
And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be?
— Lewis Carroll
The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said Talk, child. Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as she began: Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too? I never saw one alive before! Well, now that we have seen each other, said the Unicorn, If you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you. Is that a bargain?
— Lewis Carroll
You see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.
— Lewis Carroll
thought Alice, "without pictures or conversation?" So she was considering, in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing
— Lewis Carroll