Little Flames

And in the night you realise, when you wake out of a dream, overcome and captivated by the enchantment of the visions that crowd in on each other, just how fragile a handhold, how tenuous a boundary separates us from the darkness - we are little flames, inadequately sheltered by thin walls from the temple of dissolution and insensibility in which we flicker and are often all but extinguished.

Erich Maria Remarque
All Quiet on the Western Front