surreal

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
5c8659f	There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.	surreal	Anaïs Nin
85e21ed	Sitting on the floor, I'd replay the past in my head. Funny, that's all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What I'd been through seemed so vast, with so many facets. Vast, but real, very real, which was why the experience persisted in towering before me, like a monument lit up at night. And the thing was, it was a monument to me.	memories past real surreal remembering	Haruki Murakami
9602cb2	I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.	surreal	Anaïs Nin
435daf3	Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn't tell. It might have been five seconds, it might have been a minute. Time wasn't fixed. It wavered, stretched, shrank. Or was it me that wavered, stretched, and shrank in the silence? I was warped in the folds of time, like a reflection in a fun house mirror.	time silence warped shrinking wavering seconds reflections mirrors surreal	Haruki Murakami
6ec9733	"...they can make up their own mind. Kle loved that expression. "'Make up' as in fabricating as in creating your own mind. Pretty radical phrase if you give it a moment."	intrigue surreal	Mark Z. Danielewski
fa44447	Gregor's serious wound, from which he suffered for over a month - the apple remained imbedded in his flesh as a visible souvenir since no one dared to remove it - seemed to have reminded even his father that Gregor was a member of the family, in spite of his present pathetic and repulsive shape, who could not be treated as an enemy; that, on the contrary, it was the commandment of the family duty to swallow their disgust and endure him, endure him and nothing more.	surreal surrealism	Franz Kafka
434c378	And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.	dreamlike surreal	Haruki Murakami
2f3a6dc	"I love the smell of old books," Mandy sighed, inhaling deeply with the book pressed against her face. The yellow pages smelled of wood and paper mills and mothballs." --	reading dream books mothballs paper-mill smell-of-books vintage smell old surreal nerd wood nostalgia	Rebecca McNutt
d985d4f	Mandy loved the smell of a sunny day after a night of rain. The sun hit the orange puddles, the overgrown, soft, green grass on her lawn, and it beamed down through the orange steel mill smog, sending otherworldly, bizarre shadows across the concrete sidewalk.	dream science smog nuclear rainbow pollution surreal girl storm teenager	Rebecca McNutt
7a7b2e9	Sometimes Geraldine feels like she can drive forever. Maybe that's partially why she took a job at Milo General Motors. Driving is the best means of escape that the human race has, at least, that's her opinion. She's never had the guts to try drugs before, both because her sister was a junkie in the last few months she knew her, and because she's heard the overdose horror stories, seen 'Requiem for a Dream', smelled the vapours of a meth lab that Julia's boyfriend built, heard the crunching glass of crack vials and heroine needles when they happen to break. Even this alone is too surreal, not to mention that if she were high or tripping on acid or whatever the drug of choice may be, this would give the ghosts more power to morph into something even more nightmarish than they already are.	car-dealership druggie requiem-for-a-dream cocaine junkie crack needle escapism drive car surreal ghost nightmare drugs	Rebecca McNutt
94e8122	On the other side of St John's house is a fake egg timer who can't maintain an erection. He shares the property with a glossy beef burger called Tom, who has been painted by a seven year old magistrate in order to be entered for this year's Miss East Lancashire competition. Next door to them is a Dundee cake with a lisp.	humour non-sequitur satire surreal	St. John Morris
1d035c6	Sometimes when there's been an accident and reality is too sudden and strange to comprehend, the surreal will take over	reality the-secret-history surreal	Donna Tartt
8441563	For the first time Gersen saw indigenous fauna of Moudervelt: a band of lizard-foxes, with gray-green pangolin scales and a single optic orb. They reared high to watch Gersen pass by; when he slowed the car they advanced with dancing sidelong steps, for purposes Gersen could not guess. He drove on, leaving the troop staring after him.	dream-like fauna foxes kafkaesque surreal eerie	Jack Vance

There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.

Anaïs Nin

85e21ed

Sitting on the floor, I'd replay the past in my head. Funny, that's all I did, day after day after day for half a year, and I never tired of it. What I'd been through seemed so vast, with so many facets. Vast, but real, very real, which was why the experience persisted in towering before me, like a monument lit up at night. And the thing was, it was a monument to me.

memories past real surreal remembering

Haruki Murakami

9602cb2

I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.

surreal

Anaïs Nin

435daf3

Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn't tell. It might have been five seconds, it might have been a minute. Time wasn't fixed. It wavered, stretched, shrank. Or was it me that wavered, stretched, and shrank in the silence? I was warped in the folds of time, like a reflection in a fun house mirror.

time silence warped shrinking wavering seconds reflections mirrors surreal

Haruki Murakami

6ec9733

"...they can make up their own mind. Kle loved that expression. "'Make up' as in fabricating as in creating your own mind. Pretty radical phrase if you give it a moment."

intrigue surreal

Mark Z. Danielewski

fa44447

Gregor's serious wound, from which he suffered for over a month - the apple remained imbedded in his flesh as a visible souvenir since no one dared to remove it - seemed to have reminded even his father that Gregor was a member of the family, in spite of his present pathetic and repulsive shape, who could not be treated as an enemy; that, on the contrary, it was the commandment of the family duty to swallow their disgust and endure him, endure him and nothing more.

surreal surrealism

Franz Kafka

434c378

And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.

dreamlike surreal

Haruki Murakami

2f3a6dc

"I love the smell of old books," Mandy sighed, inhaling deeply with the book pressed against her face. The yellow pages smelled of wood and paper mills and mothballs." --

reading dream books mothballs paper-mill smell-of-books vintage smell old surreal nerd wood nostalgia

Rebecca McNutt

d985d4f

Mandy loved the smell of a sunny day after a night of rain. The sun hit the orange puddles, the overgrown, soft, green grass on her lawn, and it beamed down through the orange steel mill smog, sending otherworldly, bizarre shadows across the concrete sidewalk.

dream science smog nuclear rainbow pollution surreal girl storm teenager

Rebecca McNutt

7a7b2e9

Sometimes Geraldine feels like she can drive forever. Maybe that's partially why she took a job at Milo General Motors. Driving is the best means of escape that the human race has, at least, that's her opinion. She's never had the guts to try drugs before, both because her sister was a junkie in the last few months she knew her, and because she's heard the overdose horror stories, seen 'Requiem for a Dream', smelled the vapours of a meth lab that Julia's boyfriend built, heard the crunching glass of crack vials and heroine needles when they happen to break. Even this alone is too surreal, not to mention that if she were high or tripping on acid or whatever the drug of choice may be, this would give the ghosts more power to morph into something even more nightmarish than they already are.

car-dealership druggie requiem-for-a-dream cocaine junkie crack needle escapism drive car surreal ghost nightmare drugs

Rebecca McNutt

94e8122

On the other side of St John's house is a fake egg timer who can't maintain an erection. He shares the property with a glossy beef burger called Tom, who has been painted by a seven year old magistrate in order to be entered for this year's Miss East Lancashire competition. Next door to them is a Dundee cake with a lisp.

humour non-sequitur satire surreal

St. John Morris

1d035c6

Sometimes when there's been an accident and reality is too sudden and strange to comprehend, the surreal will take over

reality the-secret-history surreal

Donna Tartt

8441563

For the first time Gersen saw indigenous fauna of Moudervelt: a band of lizard-foxes, with gray-green pangolin scales and a single optic orb. They reared high to watch Gersen pass by; when he slowed the car they advanced with dancing sidelong steps, for purposes Gersen could not guess. He drove on, leaving the troop staring after him.

dream-like fauna foxes kafkaesque surreal eerie

Jack Vance