We've removed the ceiling above our dreams. There are no more impossible dreams.

Dream the impossible because dreams do come true.

Within our dreams and aspirations we find our opportunities.

Today I'm very happy about myself because I realized my dreams. I learned how to understand what people want.

I paint what cannot be photographed that which comes from the imagination or from dreams or from an unconscious drive.

I'm living out my dreams and I love what I do.

Love is the most terrible and also the most generous of the passions it is the only one which includes in its dreams the happiness of someone else.

As a young man you don't notice at all that you were after all badly affected. For years afterwards at least ten years I kept getting these dreams in which I had to crawl through ruined houses along passages I could hardly get through.

People's dreams are made out of what they do all day. The same way a dog that runs after rabbits will dream of rabbits. It's what you do that makes your soul not the other way around.

Like all young reporters - brilliant or hopelessly incompetent - I dreamed of the glamorous life of the foreign correspondent: prowling Vienna in a Burberry trench coat speaking a dozen languages to dangerous women narrowly escaping Sardinian bandits - the usual stuff that newspaper dreams are made of.