Edgar Rice Burroughs Quotes

Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.

If you're wondering if you're dreaming, you're dreaming.

Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves.

We are asleep. Our Life is a dream. But we wake up sometimes, just enough to know that we are dreaming.

The most agonising thing is to drop doubt into a man about his being a reality, three-dimensional - and not some other kind of reality.

Because waking I often observe the absurdity of dreams, but never dream of the absurdities of my waking thoughts, I am well satisfied that being awake, I know I dream not; though when I dream, I think myself awake.

If all be a Dream, then he doth but dream that he makes the Question; and so it is not much matter that a waking Man should answer him.

Is Life itself a dream, I wonder?

We always know when we are awake that we cannot be dreaming even though when actually dreaming we feel all this may be real.

What am I? Do I know? I am a man: quite simply, a 'breather.'

A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?

I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.

There is no such thing as death; life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.

Every day after I wake up, I think, 'Wait... this can't be real; I'm still going to wake up.'

Human beings are not capable of creating a thought that truly conceives of this existence. Nobody knows if we are really here, alive, or anything. It's a mystery.

I recognise a distinction between dream life and real life, between appearances and actualities. I confess to an over-powering desire to know whether I am asleep or awake--whether the environment and laws which affect me are external and permanent, or the transitory products of my own brain.

I suspect that dreams are an integral part of existence, with far more use for us than we've made of them...The fine line between the dream state and reality is at times, for me, quite grey.

What are you, Rose Hathaway? Are you real? You're a dream within a dream. I'm afraid touching you will make me wake up. You'll disappear.

Is a dream reality till you wake up?

How do you prove we exist? Maybe we don't.

Pause now to ask yourself the following question: 'Am I dreaming or awake, right now?' Be serious, really try to answer the question to the best of your ability and be ready to justify your answer.

I can feel this heart inside me and I conclude it exists. I can touch this world and I also conclude that it exists. All my knowledge ends at this point. The rest is hypothesis.

During our dreams we do not know we are dreaming. We may even dream of interpreting a dream. Only on waking do we know it was a dream. Only after the great awakening will we realize that this is the great dream.

Consciousness is either inexplicable illusion, or else revelation.