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.

Seems like God don't see fit to give the black man nothing but dreams - but He did give us children to make them dreams seem worthwhile.

Instead of plotting the demise of the traditional family as some politicians and religious leaders would have you believe gay people mow their lawns and watch 'American Idol' and video their children's concerts and have the same hopes and dreams that their straight counterparts do.

I'm a big fan of dreams. Unfortunately dreams are our first casualty in life - people seem to give them up quicker than anything for a 'reality.'

Field of Dreams is probably our generation's It's A Wonderful Life.

From time immemorial artistic insights have been revealed to artists in their sleep and in dreams so that at all times they ardently desired them.

Only in dreams in poetry in play do we sometimes arrive at what we were before we were this thing that who knows we are.

You control your future your destiny. What you think about comes about. By recording your dreams and goals on paper you set in motion the process of becoming the person you most want to be. Put your future in good hands - your own.