“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.”

“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.”

“Once someone dreams a dream, it can't just drop out of existence. But if the dreamer can't remember it, what becomes of it? It lives on in Fantastica, deep under earth. There are forgotten dreams stored in many layers. The deeper one digs, the closer they are. All Fantastica rests on a foundation of forgotten dreams.”

“It was like trying to recall a forgotten dream—each time I felt close to remembering where we’d met, the memories slipped away.”

“I walk across the dreaming sands under the pale moon: through the dreams of countries and cities, past dreams of places long gone and times beyond recall.”

“If I could retrieve my words I would, grab them out of the sky and hide them where they can't be seen.”