Tobacco and alcohol, delicious fathers of abiding friendships and fertile reveries.
Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.
Thought is the labor of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.
I live my daydreams in music.
You get ideas from daydreaming. You get ideas from being bored. You get ideas all the time. The only difference between writers and other people is we notice when we’re doing it.
Ah, the things we would do if we could — especially in the secure knowledge that we can’t.
Sometimes, in a summer morning, having taken my accustomed bath, I sat in my sunny doorway from sunrise till noon, rapt in reverie.
People don’t come to church for preachments, of course, but to daydream about God.
I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.