“Outside of the long bus ride, I don't see how we are going to be able to compete. They are one of the best football programs in the state. I only dream to have a football program here as good as (Boykin) has there.”

“Ten days before it happened, I had a dream that my father was driving down Plymouth Street and my mother was crossing the street and he ran over her and kept going and did nothing to help her.”

“It's my last dream in ski racing. I have achieved all the other ones and done so much more than I thought I would when I entered the team in the early 1990s.”

“Our citizens and those who have gone before us have charted the broad outlines of our course. They would envy our opportunity to translate dreams into action. They will judge us harshly should we fail.”

“It's just busier and busier every day, but I don't really notice it. I get up every day and do what I love, so I can't complain. It's my dream job.”

We treat what’s lost, what could have never been, what we could have never dreamed of, again. We treat it like heirlooms for it is so precious. For we know it can be lost, again.

I clung to the dream like a lifeline, the only thing worth keeping going for. That was why I had agreed to come here. I'd always said I would sell my soul for a pony of my own.

Sometimes your dream is so special that... you can't kill it. You can't die even if you try. Life will find a way to fulfill it, and a way to keep you alive. Because the Earth needs dreamers to survive.

I dream that one day I would be a published writer and people would read my books - if not, I would be living in the mountains in a small hut, near a pond where swans swim, writing a diary for myself.

Think of the great poetry, the music and dance and ritual that spring forth from our aspiring to a life beyond death. Maybe these things are justification enough for our hopes and dreams, although I wouldn't say that to a dying man.