Talking about food is like talking about your dreams. Everyone has something to say. We all have to eat it's just what we eat which differs. Some people eat for fuel and I feel bad for them.

I only remember the end of my dreams like waking up at a steering wheel or falling.

Every year for New Years I write down all of my goals and dreams and put them in my Bible. At the end of the year I go and pull the paper out and check this off and check that off.

My heroes my dreams and my future lay in Yankee Stadium. And they can't take that away from me.

That disturbs people when they know they didn't have the guts or integrity to stick to their dreams.

I am very lucky because I am realizing my childhood dreams and after presenting my shows it's like a party.

Though I know he loves me tonight my heart is sad his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.

Catcher in the Rye had a profound impact on me-the idea that we all have lots of dreams that are slowly being chipped away as we grow up.

Sometimes your dreams come true.

My dreams came true while wearing the opening look from the spring/summer 2010 Dior ready-to-wear collection. I will never forget how special I felt opening John Galliano's show like I was living a dream.

I have a notebook that is filled to the brim with my dreams and ideas and goals and aspirations.

Our dreams are made of real things like a shoebox full of photographs.

I've never dreamed of a story idea. I have such boring dreams.

I was not born in a home where there were stereotypes. So that was very useful because it gave me the sense of possibilities of flying if I may say of making my hopes and dreams a reality.

I think everyone dreams of that nice romantic wedding.

I published in 1978 a report on dreams in the Journal of Clinical Psychology. It was the first study of its kind to demonstrate that it is possible for people to make constructive use of their dreams to improve their lives.

Dreams seem to have a will of their own.

I don't understand people who dream in black and white. I just don't get it. My dreams have always been vivid color.

I mean every child at one stage dreams of being a prince or a princess.

I have absurdly vivid dreams.

The human imagination... has great difficulty in living strictly within the confines of a materialist practice or philosophy. It dreams like a dog in its basket of hares in the open.

Too many athletes are living in a tiny window. They have no vision for themselves - what they can be outside of football and what they can mean to a community. They just don't know any better. My hopes and dreams are unlimited.

When I was a kid I wanted to be serious like Daniel Day-Lewis. No one really dreams of being a comic actor do they? Now I realise how stupid that is - and it's because comic acting isn't taken seriously enough. It's a discipline. You know instantly - either you're funny and getting the laughs or you're not.

I think people tend to see the bigger point which is maybe not fitting in and feeling like you didn't have the childhood that you expected you would have or that you felt lonely or struggled with drugs and alcohol or just that you were able to achieve your dreams.