Have your dream...What you need now more than anything is discipline. Cast off mere words. Words turn into stone. {from Thailand}

I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.

All that night he thought like boomerangs fly: an idea would shoot way off into the distance, all the way to a caravan in Hollywood and, for a moment, when he had got as far away from school and...

What's happened to me,' he thought. It was no dream.

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return, the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.

Now he slept soundly through the nights, and often he dreamed of trains, and often of one particular train: He was on it; he could smell the coal smoke; a world went by. And then he was standing in...

My dream went all the way back to the beginning. The rain rose into the clouds, and the animals descended the ramp.

Like dew I was bornLike dew I vanish..and all that I have ever done Is but a dreamWithin a dream

The world was ersatz and actual, forged and faked, by ourselves and unseen others. Daring to attempt to absolutely sort fake from real was a folly that would call down tigers or hiccups to cure us of...

But they say if you dream a thing more than once, it's sure to come true.

The only duty of the dreamer is to tell the truth about the dream.

You wish you had not come. If there were not so many around, you would reach out your arms, with the prayer on your lips for it all to come back to you. It seems cruel, cruel, to give us such a...

The giant raised his fist, and a voice cut through the dream. Leo! Jason was shaking his shoulder. Hey, man, why are you hugging Nike? Leo's eyes fluttered open. His arms were wrapped around the...

Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream.

What destroys the dream? What destroys it, eh?..........Disappointment. Disappointment. Disappointment.

All dreams. If there was love or pity for him, it was only in his dreams.

Pragmatists are sometimes more prone to illusion than dreamers; when they fall for something, they fall hard, not knowing how to protect themselves, while we dreamers are more practiced in surviving...

I dreamt that I took William Burrough's penis and tied it up with piano wire. I hung him like a Chagall painting…In the next part J.G. Ballard swam through streets of female urine. The girls read...