...I believe in dreams more than I believe in God. Dreams get into you and leave then come back with new fruit but God is just a vast desert.

My other hand moves up to the ruby heart. Closing my fingers around it I shut my es and return to Neverland. Even if only in a dream

I had a dream about you. You loved me and I loved you. We had an amazing life until you realized that I also loved your clone. You were jealous and I didnt see the problemI was in love with you even if it wasnt you. Plus I was in love with you.

Some like to sleep. Some like to read late into the night without catching a wink. In a world of dreamers both are essential.

It is better to risk starving to death than giving up on your dream. If you have given up on your dream whats left

The dead appear to us in dreams because thats the only way they can make us see them what we see is only a projection beamed from a great distance light shining at us from a dead star...

And the Bastard grant us... in our direst need the smallest gifts the nail of the horseshoe the pin of the axle the feather at the pivot point the pebble at the mountains peak the kiss in despair the one right word.

Anything that can be dreamed is true.

Lord teach me to be generousTeach me to serve you as you deserveTo give and not to count the costTo fight and not to heed the woundsTo toil and not to seek for restTo labor and not to ask for reward - except to know that I am doing your will.

The best stories come from deep within us and are of us. Either our inner child comes out to play and makes all things possible or we mold our characters and events from our own experiences or our dreams of wanting to experience.