Little moments attach themselves to other little moments and collect into big dreams. We become what we experience.

Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.

I wake up from dreams and go, 'Wow, put this down on paper'. The whole thing is strange. You hear the words, everything is right there in front of your face.

Facts are better than dreams.

In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.

If we hold on together I know our dreams will never die. Dreams see us through to forever. Where clouds roll by for you and I.