Its never too late to get down on your knees and pray.

Theres something really cool about knowing that your destiny is SO big that youre not meant to share it with anyone. At least not yet.

She sleeps. And now she wakes each day a little less. And each day takes less and less nourishment as if grudging the least moment of wakefulness for from the movement under her eyelids and the somnolent gestures of her hands and feet it seems as if her dreams grow more urgent and intense as if the life she lives in the closed world of dreams is now about to possess her utterly as if her small increasingly reluctant wakenings were an interpretation of some more vital existence so she is loath to spend even those necessary moments of wakefulness with us wakings strange as her sleepings. Her marvellous fate - a sleep more lifelike than the living a dream which consumes the world.

If nature has taught us anything it is that the impossible is probable

One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret we agree to live in it with strangers completely cut off from our habits and friends.

To write as if your life depended on it to write across the chalkboard putting up there in public the words you have dredged sieved up in dreams from behind screen memories out of silence-- words you have dreaded and needed in order to know you exist.

The human soul has still greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist it is by the ideal that we live.

Self talk and self prayer When you audible the first and correctly interpret the white coats correct you in a nuthouse. When you audible the second and misinterpret the dinner coats swear you to an oath in the White House. Does this make you nuts too Then outfit your sanity seeking political asylum at my house.

They say Alexander the Great slept with The Iliad beneath his pillow. Though I have never led an army I am a wanderer. During the waning moon I cradle Homers Odyssey as if it were the sweet body of a woman.

You came so that you could learn about your dreams said the old woman. And dreams are the language of God. When he speaks in our language I can interpret what he has said. But if he speaks in the language of the soul it is only you who can understand.