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.

I believe history will come to view 9/11 as an event on par with November 22 1963 the date on which John F. Kennedy was murdered cutting short a presidency that was growing ever more promising. Dreams died that day in Dallas it is easy to imagine the 1960s turning out rather differently had President Kennedy lived.

My office is at Yankee stadium. Yes dreams do come true.

I don't like dreams or reality. I like when dreams become reality because that is my life.

Big dreams create the magic that stir men's souls to greatness.

You can't break my spirit it's my dreams you take.

And our dreams are who we are.

I love watching people's dreams come true.

Literature for me isn't a workaday job but something which involves desires dreams and fantasy.

My life has been a continuous fulfillment of dreams. It appears that everything I saw and did has a new and perhaps more significant meaning every time I see it. The earth is good. It is a privilege to live thereon.

Worse than not realizing the dreams of your youth would be to have been young and never dreamed at all.

I've had dreams about tricks.

My dreams were always small and puny. All I ever needed was a little house with a little picket fence by the sea. Little did I know that I would live in Malacanang Palace for 20 years and visit all the major palaces of mankind. And then also meet ordinary citizens and the leaders of superpowers.

My dreams have become puny with the reality my life has become.

A dream is a scripture and many scriptures are nothing but dreams.

I worked on my voice for Sweet Dreams but only to match my speaking voice to Patsy's actual singing voice. That was my way into that character.

I have those dreams that you can't put into words.