I existed in a cocoon, wrapped in daydreams. It's dangerous to be too much alone with an imagination.

Living too much in one's head can be dangerous.

It shows how dangerous it is to be too good

Is there any way that two people from faraway places can ever really understand each other's daydrems?

When it comes to dreams and fancies and castles in the air, I have the soul of a millionaire.

I have heard of daydreams – is she in a daydream now? Her eyes are fixed on the floor, but I am sure they do not see it – her sight seems turned in, gone down into her heart: she is looking at what she can remember, I believe; not at what is really present.