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I don’t remember my dreams. I’m one of those weird people. I know there are tricks and things you can do, but I never remember my dreams.
Gradually it occurred to me that we spend a great deal of life asleep and that dreams are little narratives, little stories. I thought, ‘Who’s choreographing this stuff?’
One of the dreams of Zionism was to be a bridge. Instead, we are creating exclusion between the East and the West instead of creating bridges we are contributing to the conflict between East and West by our stupid desire to have more.
Our dreams are a second life. I have never been able to penetrate without a shudder those ivory or horned gates which separate us from the invisible world.
Hopefully kids will look at me and see that your dreams can come true.
Hopes are but the dreams of those that wake.
Jazz to me is a living music. It’s a music that since its beginning has expressed the feelings, the dreams, hopes, of the people.
The idea of being able to serve as an example, based upon how to process, how to think, how to realize our own dreams, we can pass that down to our children.
Horror, for me, has to involve some sort of fantasy. Horror is something that is in your dreams or your nightmares.
It’s surreal to know my dreams are coming true.