Jacqueline McKenzie Quotes

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

But I must go on," said the Lady Amalthea, "for it is never finished. Even when I wake, I cannot tell what is real, and what I am dreaming as I move and speak and eat my dinner. I remember what cannot have happened, and forget something that is happening to me know. People look at me as though I should know them, and I do know them in the dream, and always the fire draws me nearer, though I am awake—

I feel as if I'm always on the verge of waking up.

I believed or thought I was disoriented and the victim of a bizarre dream and I believe I paced in and out of the room and possibly into one of the other rooms. I may have re-examined her, finally believing that this was true.

It sometimes feels like a strange movie, you know, it's all so weird that sometimes I wonder if it is really happening.

The world is this incredibly blurry, crazy dream that I'm just sort of stumbling through.

I can't believe this is happening to me. The weirdest thing is it was just a dream, and now it's actually real. It's hard to believe sometimes.

I've lived in LA for so long, I don't even know what is real and what isn't any more.

People ask if I walk around and pinch myself. Yes, I do.

It was like being in the eye of a hurricane. You'd wake up in a concert and think, Wow, how did I get here?

Most of my films seem to be about people bewildered by the world around them, who don't fit into it and are trying to understand it.

It's so surreal being here.

When I was a child, I felt at times that I had been born into an insane asylum, that much of human life appeared to be an insane asylum. It was bewildering.

I'm not usually where I think I am. It's kind of spooky.

I even found it difficult to watch myself playing on TV because I couldn't identify with the person on the screen. I couldn't get to grips with it. It was as if it was all happening to someone else.

I've had moments where it's like being in the Matrix.

When Sundance happened, it felt insane and not like reality at all.

Confusion is not an ignoble condition

In the night, I've shrunk and everyone else on the island has grown. They're all nine feet tall and men and I'm four feet and a child. Dove, too, is a toy or possibly a dog as I lead her through the throngs of people.

I'm here to confuse you. Confusion is my right and left hook.

How hard is it, when everything encourages us to sleep, though we may look about us with conscious, clinging eyes, to wake and yet look about us as in a dream, with eyes that no longer know their function and whose gaze is turned inward.

I can’t imagine what my school friends must have thought was going on because I was wandering around in some kind of dream. I felt as though my insides had been taken out which is, I now realize, the right feeling.

Sometimes, upon waking, the residual dream can be more appealing that reality, and one is reluctant to give it up. For a while, you feel like a ghost -- Not fully materialized, and unable to manipulate your surroundings. Or else, it is the dream that haunts you. You wait with the promise of the next dream.

I talk in a daze, I walk in a maze I cannot get out, said the starling

You think, as you walk away from Le Cirque des Rêves and into the creeping dawn, that you felt more awake within the confines of the circus. You are no longer quite certain which side of the fence is the dream.