These fucking women really piss me off April said. Because instead of being elated by the thought of making their own happiness and chasing some crazy dream all they want to do is narrow their options and do something safe.

The tension between what is and what we dream of is important. Not to discount what we have but to hold onto that middle ground because its in there that the magic happens.

She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered that while solitude with dreams is glorious solitude without them has few charms.

I had a dream about you last night... I was a brick and you were a blanket. Damn that improbability drive.

I had a dream about you. You were on a bike going 70 miles an hour I could see you approaching my car in the mirror. You were trying to say something so I jumped on the brakes as hard as I could I guess I forgot I had tied your bike on my bumper.

There is hope in dreams imagination and in the courage of those who wish to make those dreams a reality.

As I rolled over stretching out my only thought was to go back to the dream Id been having which I couldnt remember other than that it had been good in that distant hopeful way unreal things can be.

Any concern too small to be turned into a prayer is too small to be made into a burden.

I had a dream about you. We couldnt decide on a sunrise. You wanted a tan I only cared about the view. Then World War III fulfilled both our desires.

Id rather fail miserably pursuing my dreams than succeed at something I have to settle for