Robin Hobb Quotes

No doubt the world is entirely an imaginary world, but it is only once removed from the true world.

Truth and dreams are always getting muddled.

I'm not here now. This isn't happening. You're just visiting a dream of mine.

Fantasy and reality often overlap.

The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.

For a sorcerer, reality, or the world as we all know it, is only a description.

There are other relations besides reality, which the mind is capable of grasping and which also are primary, like chance, illusion, the fantastic, the dream.

All life is a dream, and all dreams are dreams.

Strange to dream in the right shape and build in the wrong shape, but maybe that is what we do every day, never believing that a dream could tell the truth.

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

The dreams are the skeleton of all reality.

...dreams were dreams and reality was reality and she felt people were better off understanding the difference.

If this be to have sense, if to be awake Be but to see this bright, great sleep of things, For the rarer potion mine own dreams I'll take And for truth commune with imaginings

The dream of life is really an illusion, and everybody lives in the reality he or she creates - a virtual reality that is only true for the one who creates it.

I remember a lot of dreams. Sometimes they are hard to distinguish from what has really happened. That is not so terrible. It is the same with books.

I do not know how to distinguish between waking life and a dream. Are we not always living the life that we imagine we are?

Whatever happens in the world is real, what one thinks should have happened is projection. We suffer more from our fictitious illusion and expectations of reality.

The relationship between the imagined and the real is more complicated than people imagine.

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.

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.

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

Common sense tells us that the things of the earth exist only a little, and that true reality is only in dreams.

Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.

I've always been a big fan of Philip K. Dick; I love his work. There's a returning theme of identity and the fragility of our identity. Even when we are looking at what we think is a stark reality, it might actually be something completely different.

Fantasy is the only truth.