Usually the people I do know are sufficient to spawn any number of nightmares without inventing any.
We all have nightmares, we all wake up, we all have certain ideas of something that could be hiding around the corner and the question of does that really exist, but we get on with our lives.
I'm your nightmare. Did you think you were done with nightmares, now you've become one?
The thing about nightmares was that you couldn't prepare for them. They sneaked up on you when you were most vulnerable.
The greater your dreams, the more terrible your nightmares.
I don't have nightmares; I give them all to you.
In the middle of a perfect tranquillity, it is an art to imagine about the nightmares of storms!
I walked away exhilarated by my success, because there's nothing like making a difference in someone's life, even if that difference is a lifetime of nightmares and a fortune in therapy bills.
Unfortunately, a superabundance of dreams is paid for by a growing potential for nightmares
Some man's dreams can bring only nightmares to the world!
I have had dreams and I have had nightmares, but I have conquered my nightmares because of my dreams.
My nights are a nightmare, quite often, but the nightmares are rich. I nourish myself by those nights.
There's more to me, more to the universe, than I suspected. Room for all the dreams I ever had, and all the nightmares. . . heroes in the gutters and in the mirror; saints in the frozen wasteland; fools and liars on the throne of wisdom, and hands reaching out in hunger that will never be filled.
All the dreams I dream are nightmares and those nightmares are the ones I live.
No, not like this, when I have not seen you without your skin on, when I know nothing, when I am not safe. Not you, whose name all my nightmares know.
I don;t think there's anything wrong with being a dreamer. There is not. But dreams have ways of turning into nightmares.
Quentin Tarantino is here, star of all my sexual nightmares.
One didn't stop to talk with creatures from one's nightmares.
Crimes, sins, nightmares, hunks of hair: it was surprising how many of them has something to dispose of. The more I charged, the easier it was for them to breathe freely once more.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
