Cameron Dokey Quotes

One night last summer, all the killers in my head assembled on a stage in Massachusetts to sing show tunes.

I am too sick to be out of bed, too crazy to sleep, and am surrounded by horrors.

You know what the really scary thing about bad dreams? It's that something's going on in your head, and you can't control it. I mean, It's like there's these bad worlds inside you. But it's just you... it's like you're betraying yourself.

Mazer, i don't want to keep dreaming these things. I'm afraid to sleep. I keep thinking of things i don't want to remember. My whole life keeps playing out as if i were a recorder and someone else wanted to watch the most terrible parts of my life

When I was in that danger...I felt like I was shaken awake...after everything she made me feel...I made a decision and went to sleep. Do you know what that's like - trying to go to sleep, and lose yourself in the hopes of burying the worst fears in your life?...I wasn't in love with the past. I was terrified of my own future.

I'm not surprised that I tend to go for the dark side. I was a really scared kid, so I think I understand what scares people.

At night when I used to sleep, I was thinking all the time that shall I put a knife under my pillow.

Fear and I were old buddies, despite my best efforts to the contrary.

If you don't deal with your demons, they will deal with you, and it's gonna hurt.

In struggling against anguish one never produces serenity; the struggle against anguish only produces new forms of anguish.

It's impossible to exorcise the darkness out of you. We can pretend it's not there until something bursts.

As much as I dream, I have nightmares.

I got issues. Boy, have I got issues.

I have no idea how people function without near-constant internal chaos. I'd lose my mind.

Even now, as I write this, I can still feel that tightness. And I want you to feel it--the wind coming off the river, the waves, the silence, the wooded frontier. You're at the bow of a boat on the Rainy River. You're twenty-one years old, you're scared, and there's a hard squeezing pressure in your chest. What would you do? Would you jump? Would you feel pity for yourself? Would you think about your family and your childhood and your dreams and all you're leaving behind? Would it hurt? Would it feel like dying? Would you cry, as I did?

The whole campfire idea freaked Piper out. It made her think of that huge purple bonfire in the dreams, and her father tied to a stake. What she got instead was almost as terrifying: a sing-along.

I'm starting to understand that fear is like cancer - you can beat it back, but if it returns, it can be worse than ever.

What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.

I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

The monsters in my head are scared of love.

Maybe we all have a dark place inside of us, a place where dark thoughts and darker dreams live, but it doesn't have to become who we are.

Think of fear as a 2-year-old child who doesn't want to go grocery shopping with you. Because you must buy groceries, you'll just have to take the two year old with you. Fear is no different. In other words, acknowledge that fear exists but don't let it keep you from doing important tasks.

my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.

Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?” I say. “I don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,” he says. “You should wake me,” I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down. “It's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,” he says. “I'm okay once I realize you're here.

The giant raised his fist, and a voice cut through the dream. "Leo!" Jason was shaking his shoulder. "Hey, man, why are you hugging Nike?" Leo's eyes fluttered open. His arms were wrapped around the human-sized statue in Athena's hand. He must have been thrashing in his sleep. He clung to the victory goddess like he used to cling to his pillow when he had nightmares as a kid. (Man, that had been so embarrassing in the foster homes.) He disentangled himself and sat up, rubbing his face. "Nothing," he muttered. "we were just cuddling. Um, what's going on?