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.
Then I held Cass and we slept together about an hour. It was somehow better than lovemaking. There was flowing together without tension.
I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never even realized I was doing it.
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.