If a man could pass through Paradise in a dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his soul had really been there, and if he found that flower in his hand when he awoke – Aye, what then?
– Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772–1834)
I’ve still got teeth-marks in my arm from a massive crocodile called Cuthbert that only ever existed in my head. Aye – what’s all that about, then?
– Malcolm Gordon Bell (aged 11)