Our inner dialogue is frequently composed of old tape loops that we run again and again.
While I sleep, I dream of you, and when I wake, I long to hold you in my arms.
You are, and always have been, my dream.
The nicest thing for me is sleep, then at least I can dream.
Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.
A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.
Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
Man's biological weakness is the condition of human culture.
Both dreams and myths are important communications from ourselves to ourselves.
When you stare into the abyss the abyss stares back at you.