That night as I lay in bed, I thought of several things I could have said and mourned the fact that my wit usually bloomed late, peaking when it no longer mattered, during the solitary hours close to midnight.

We chart delusions through collective agreement.

Dreams are stories made by and for the dreamer.

Libraries are sexual dream factories. The langour brings it on.

Human beings are repetitive animals. All meaning is generated through repetition.

We read each other through our eyes, and anatomically they are an extension of our brains. When we catch someone's eye, we look into a mind.

There is no reason we should expect young children to enter the nocturnal darkness of sleep and dreams without help.