The concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep.
It ain't the blows we're dealt that matter, but the ones we survive.
¡Te voy a matar! Y, te lo aseguro, si Dios me lo permite, te mataré dos veces.
It's best to be ruthless with the past.
