Reality seems valueless by comparison with the dreams of fevered imaginations reality is therefore abandoned.

Without peace, all other dreams vanish and are reduced to ashes.

People who insist on telling their dreams are among the terrors of the breakfast table.

We must stop talking about the American dream and start listening to the dreams of Americans.

Our dreams drench us in senses, and senses steps us again in dreams.

My imagination completely controls me, and forever feeds the fire that burns with dark red light in my heart by bringing me the best dreams. I've always had a wild imagination, a big heart and a tortured soul so I feel that dark fantasy, love and horror are in my blood.

Like dreams, statistics are a form of wish fulfillment.

All art is exorcism. I paint dreams and visions too the dreams and visions of my time. Painting is the effort to produce order order in yourself. There is much chaos in me, much chaos in our time.

I have been interested in dreams, really since I was a kid. I have always been fascinated by the idea that your mind, when you are asleep, can create a world in a dream and you are perceiving it as though it really existed.

Never in my wildest dreams did I entertain the idea that I would become a fashion designer.