““What if all things in our imagination exist somewhere?" he said. "What if dreams are real?" "It would be nice to have black wings," Emily admitted. "But it would be our fears, too. Our worst nightmares. Perhaps the dark things are balanced by the sexual imagination, the nightmares tempered. The place of dreams, of suppressed consciousness, ceases to be merely the repository of the bad things we can't face, as we build, instead, a paradise, because we fuck." "There are Buddhist sects that say so. There are temples in Asia with very shocking carvings.””
