Gao Xingjian Quotes

Dreams aren't memories," he says.

If what's inside your dreams wasn't already real inside you, you couldn't even dream it.

Dreams are shores where the ocean of spirit meets the land of matter. Dreams are beaches where the yet-to-be, the once-were, the will-never-be may walk awhile with the still-are.

Nothing is more honest than a dream.

To me dreams are part of nature, which harbors no intention to deceive but expresses something as best it can.

I am not just what I remember. I am also what I dream.

For me, fantasy has always been a means of exploring reality: it explores the fact that your internal life, your dreams and the weird images and the things that come to you are things that are actually important tools for dealing with real issues.

O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself.

Love to his soul gave eyes; he knew things are not as they seem. The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.

Perhaps life is just that... a dream and a fear.

Dreams say what they mean, but they don't say it in daytime language.

Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.

Dreams are the touchstones of our character.

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.

The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.

How different would our perception of reality be if... we discarded the mundane events that cannot coexist with our dreams?

Between the dreams of night and day there is not so great a difference.

The imagination and the place that dreams come from is so huge and so important. I'm trying to write about the real world, in that I'm trying to write about whatever it is the experience that makes us human, the things that we have in common.

If we consider what happens in conversation, in reveries, in remorse, in times of passion, in surprises, in the instructions of dreams, wherein often we see ourselves in masquerade,--the droll disguises only magnifying and enhancing a real element, and forcing it on our distinct notice,--we shall catch many hints that will broaden and lighten into knowledge of the secret of nature.

The dreamer's untamed eye sees beyond the illusions to the heart of what is real.

Sometimes... sometimes I think the Asylum is a head. We're inside a huge head that dreams us all into being. Perhaps it's your head, Batman. Arkham is a looking glass... and we are you.

To visualize is to see what is not there, what is not real - a dream. To visualize is, in fact, to make visual lies. Visual lies, however, have a way of coming true.

I've always believed that dreams were both the love letters and the hate mail of the subconscious.

There are images I need to complete my own reality.

Dreams feel real while we're in them. It's only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange.