A lot of people thought this dream must be madness, but we are not crazy.
A novel usually takes me two years. A year to research and plan and dream. Then a year to write.
I just want to make everybody feel what I'm singing. And just to relate to me and know that this has been dream since I was a little girl. I've worked so hard for this, and I just want them to connect with me.
When I walk out on that stage, I just want America to know, that this is what I'm supposed to do. This is my dream.
This has been my dream since I was a little girl. I've worked so hard for this moment, and its finally coming true and I couldn't be more happy.
Talk about it only enough to do it. Dream about it only enough to feel it. Think about it only enough to understand it. Contemplate it only enough to be it.
I really enjoy acting. At home I can't even finish a sentence, and here I am reading these wonderful lines. I think it must be every housewife's dream, to be an actress part-time.
When I met Jack Kennedy, he was a serious young man with a dream. He was not a womanizer, not as I understood the term.
For the next century, the Republicans have agreed that we will promote the dignity and future of every individual by building a free society under a limited, accountable government that protects liberty, security and prosperity for a brighter American dream.
A dream is the bearer of a new possibility, the enlarged horizon, the great hope.
Acting is playing - it's actually going out on a playground with the other kids and being in the game, and I need that. Writing satisfies that part of myself that longs to sit in my room and dream.
Finally, for all of us but a lucky few, the dream of playing big-time baseball is relinquished so we can get on with grown-up things.
But the dream is never forgotten, only put aside and never out of reach: Where once the dream connected boys with the world of men, now it reconnects men with the spirit of boys.
More fundamentally, it is a dream that does not die with the onset of manhood: the dream is to play endlessly, past the time when you are called home for dinner, past the time of doing chores, past the time when your body betrays you past time itself.
For life is but a dream whose shapes return, some frequently, some seldom, some by night and some by day.