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It’s not too late, I can still live my dreams.
If you choose not to pursue your dreams, you’ll still be a part of a dream – only it will be someone else’s.
I love my early movies, but naturalism is an artist’s early style. Now I want to deal with feelings, dreams, an acceptance of irrationality.
Every actor dreams of getting a big break, a big opportunity.
The armored cars of dreams, contrived to let us do so many a dangerous thing.
To become truly immortal, a work of art must escape all human limits: logic and common sense will only interfere. But once these barriers are broken, it will enter the realms of childhood visions and dreams.
It is all nonsense, to be sure and so much the greater nonsense inasmuch as the true interpretation of many dreams – not by any means of all dreams – moves, it may be said, in the opposite direction to the method of psycho-analysis.
Dreams have as much influence as actions.
If a man dreams that he has committed a sin before which the sun hid his face, it is often safe to conjecture that, in sheer forgetfulness, he wore a red tie, or brown boots with evening dress.
There’s a logic to dreams that doesn’t necessarily follow linear narrative. You don’t know why things happen, it’s your subconscious pushing you, to give you information.