All men whilst they are awake are in one common world but each of them when he is asleep is in a world of his own.

One day youre something so promising and full o dares so big the worlds too small a place to hold you. Then fore you know it youre old and you realise all them things you had in mind youll never get to. All them doors you felt too big to fit through have already shut. Only one left open and it leads to nothing but nothing.

Its not a question of who will allow me to do it its a question of who will stop me.

...I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk...

Anything can be real. Every imaginable thing is happening somewhere along the dimensional axis. These things happen a billion times over with exactly the same outcome and no one learns anything. Whatever a person can think imagine wish for or believe has already come to pass. Dreams come true all the time just not for the dreamers.

Whiteness is the color of death you know not black. Wetness is life the breeder and shaper of life. In the beginning the sun was black. So all light was absorbed before it had a chance to return. And our dreams then were empty.

Sing to me she said. That would be valiant to raise your voice in this dark lonely place and it will be useful as well. Sing to me sing loudly-drown out my dreams keep me from remembering whatever wants me to remember it. Sing to me my lord prince if it please you. It may not seem a heros task but I would be glad of it.

So we all love a wild girl keeping a holdOn a dream she wants.

If those we love visit us when we dream those who torment us almost always visit us when were still awake.

Writers perform an extremely important role they make others dream those who are unable to dream for themselves. And everyone needs to dream. Could there be any more important job in life than that