"Daydreaming doesn't make things up. It sees things. Claims things, twirls them around, takes a good look. Possesses them. Embraces them. Makes something of them. Makes sense. Or music. How restful it is, how full of motion. My first paradox. I couldn't care less what it's called. It's pure pleasure. Infinite delight . . . This is what is called the life of the mind. It's what I want to do. It's where I want to be. Right here."
- Patricia Hampl
The Art of the Wasted Day