It's just like Yeats said. In dreams begin responsibilities. Flip this around and you could say that where there's no power to imagine, no responsibility can arise.

“That's good. I was worried. Of course, I do have a few things wrong with me, bu…”

“ابتسمت و نظرت إلي متسائلة, كما لو أن شيئاً غريباً في وجهي. قالت: "غريب, تريد أن ت…”

“Lo que quiero decir es que el dolor se vuelve crónico. Engullido por la vida di…”

“Pero, en este mundo, nada hay tan cruel como la desolación de no desear nada.”