“Being able to escape to a dreamland was a survival instinct for me.” — Mia Sheridan Copy Share Image
“Maybe everyone was walking around carrying ugly monsters and dark little corners, nightmares and broken pasts.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Sleep, baby, sleep. Thy father's watching the sheep. Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree, and down drops a little dream for thee. — Elizabeth Prentiss Copy Share Image
Dreamland Studios then was my bedroom at my parents' house, mostly [starring] people who were in my high school. They look straight… — John Waters Copy Share Image
“The kind of soil in your area determines the type of crop you will plant to harvest; The kind of potentials in… — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
What I want to do is travel deep and deeper into the dreamlands, to find that place that I know is waiting… — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
“He rambled. Oh boy, did he ramble. He rambled in a way that was nothing but a bunch of bippidy blah blah… — Alyson Noel Copy Share Image
“He clutched the watch hard in his fist, determined to destroy it, to prove that it couldn't be real. That she hadn't… — Kelly Creagh Copy Share Image
“Lori Toye founded a small publishing company in August of 1989. Lori Toye's husband joined the team to form I AM America… — Lori Toye Copy Share Image
After your first day of cycling, one dream is inevitable. A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs, and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Finding a single investment that will return 20% per year for 40 years tends to happen only in dreamland. In the real… — Charlie Munger Copy Share Image
This is the dream of all the world. The dream is to live in Granada. You know, work in the morning, have… — Anthony Bourdain Copy Share Image
I humbly thank the gods benign, For all the blessings that are mine... The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads… — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
“Stories set the inner life into motion, and this is particularly important where the inner life is frightened, wedged, or cornered. Story… — Clarissa Pinkola Estés Copy Share Image
“Gavin appeared and vanished numerous times each day checking up on me. Now and then he’d randomly pop the question, often disguising… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Gavin stood within the trees, observing her from the shadows. He watched the basket rise to her nose as she closed her… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image