“One’s dreams, unlike the city, become less populous the older one gets. That’s why the eternal rest cancels analysis.”— Joseph Brodsky, poetryfoundation.org
“Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald, amazon.com
“And then the dreams break into a million tiny pieces. The dream dies. Which leaves you with a choice: you can settle for reality, or you can go off, like a fool, and dream another dream.”— Nora Ephron, amazon.com