“No, I'll dream another dream," he said. "I've made up so many things, now I'll just go into one. I'll be part of it.”

“You can't just go out-No, I'll dream another dream.”

“I want to dream a dream so wonderful that I'll wake up sorry that it wasn't a memory.”

“Now I'm going to tell you something I've kept to myself for years. None of you ever knew George Gipp. He was long before your time, but you all know what a tradition he is at Notre Dame. And the last thing he said to me, "Rock," he said, "sometime when the team is up against it and the breaks are beating the boys, tell them to go out there with all they've got and win just one for the Gipper. I don't know where I'll be then, Rock," he said, "but I'll know about it and I'll be happy." ”

“Someday I'll get over you. I'll live to see it all through. But I'll always miss dreaming my dreams with you.”

“He was beastly tired, but it was hard to stop. One more book, he had told himself, then I'll stop. One more folio, just one more. One more page, then I'll go up and rest and get a bite to eat. But there was always another page after that one, and another after that, and another book waiting underneath the pile. I'll just take a quick peek to see what this one is about, he'd think, and before he knew he would be halfway through it.”