I had a dream about you painting the scene of a house fire. The clocks were melting and Salvador Dali was riding around in a clown car muttering something about irony.

Amen is like the Send button on an email.

Dreams in their vivid coloring of life As in that fleeting shadowy misty strife Of semblance with reality which brings To the delirious eye more lovely things Of Paradise and Love- and all our own Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.

I had a dream I was a samurai who invented the poncho and I sold my ponchos to Mexico. The irony is I invented them for women.

I think everybody should get rich and famous and do everything they ever dreamed of so they can see that its not the answer.

Maybe his nightmare had been about me.

No-one will come in to rescue you. You just have to step out somehow and make your dreams come true.

Your dreams are worth it. Persevere. Your focus is your power. Harness it.

That wish - that prayer - both men and women would have scorned me for - But Father Thou wilt not despise I said and felt that it was true.

Reality is not made of dreams until you make them real.