“The wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams,
The eternal asker of answers, stands in the street,
And lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.”

“Hand took a breath and opened his palms, as if accepting the gift of rain. "YOU SHALL KNOW OUR VELOCITY!" he bellowed into the cold exhausted city.”

“Dreams are stories made by and for the dreamer, and each dreamer has his own folds to open and knots to untie.”

“And you're standing on our streets
where Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
The first of the gang to die / oh my”

“I've always dreamed that love would be effortless
Like a pedal falling to the ground; a dreamer following his dream.”

“I know not where His islands lift
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.”

“His drinke, the running streame, his cup, the bare
Of his palme cloasde, his bed, the hard cold ground:
To this poore life was Misery ybound.”

“Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely.”

“Dreams have only one owner at a time. That's why dreamers are lonely.”

“The dreamer must contaminate the others by his dream, he must make them fall into it”