We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream it may be so the moment after death.

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.

We cast away priceless time in dreams born of imagination fed upon illusion and put to death by reality.

It is better to risk starving to death then surrender. If you give up on your dreams what's left?

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.

You know the man of my dreams might walk round the corner tomorrow. I'm older and wiser and I think I'd make a great girlfriend. I live in the realm of romantic possibility.

It's always been a dream of mine to get somewhere and to have my mom and dad with me up there.

Somewhere in my wildest childhood I must have done something right. Being able to make a boyhood dream come true is one thing but to have a kid come along and thrill his dad like Brett Hull has thrilled me over his career is too much for one guy to handle.

My goal is for Gunnar to outlive me. That's the way it should be. My dream is for him to be a dad himself one day so he can find out all the anxiety that kids bring to their dads.

My parents loved each other. I was raised in a house of total love and respect. My dad worked very hard and my mother was incredibly devoted to him. I can unequivocally without any peradventure of doubt tell you that I was raised with the kind of love that we only dream of.