“There were dreams once upon a time, dreams now all but forgotten. On sad days I dust them off and fondle them nostalgically, with a patronizing wonder at the naivete of the youth who dreamed them.”

“Down in the cellar, under a stairCovered with cobwebsNobody caresWithered and pale forgotten it seemsThat's where i hide them,Yesterday's dreams. Shake out the memories, blow off the dustSmooth out the wrinklesRub off the rustRemember the times they sparkled so brightFar out of sightDown in the cellar, under a stairCovered with cobwebsNobody caresWithered and pale, forgotten it seemsThat's where I hide them,Yesterday's dreams.”

“Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore.”

“. . .my dreams are the single unpredictable factor in my zoned days and nights. Nobody allots them, or censors them. Dreams are all I have ever truly owned.”

“The greatest thing about dreams is they don’t expire. They can lay dormant for years and when you pull them out and dust them off, they shine like new.”

“Youth is the time for dreams, boy...The trick is, when you get older, not to forget them.—Captain John Winters”