It would have been better to sit and dream, better yet to find a girl and share a waking dream with her.
Our dreams are grotesquely compounded of the things we know. The stuff of our sheerest dreams is the stuff of our experience.
Seriously, I know my mother and father had their dreams when they were kids. They dreamed about being something other than poor, but they never got the chance to be anything because nobody paid attention to their dreams.
I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never even realized I was doing it.
Give birth again to the dream.
I think people ought to be able to dream big dreams about the future. I think people ought to be able to dream great dreams.
It’s better to live cherishing a dream than face the possibility that it might all come to nothing.