In a morbid condition of the brain, dreams often have a singular actuality, vividness, and extraordinary semblance of reality.
Fyodor DostoevskyIt suddenly seemed to me that I was lonely, that every one was forsaking me and going away from me. Of course, any one is entitled to ask who "every one" was. For though I had been living almost eight years in Petersburg I had hardly an acquaintance. But what did I want with acquaintances? I was acquainted with all Petersburg as it was.
Fyodor DostoevskyThe whole work of man really seems to consist in nothing but proving to himself every minute that he is a man and not a piano key.
Fyodor Dostoevsky