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Stephen Spender

"When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course."

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"When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course."

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"I feel more influenced in my own work by dreams than I do by other writers' works in a way. Or by popular culture, movies - what else is there to write about than love and loss?"

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"I dream a lot. I do more painting when I'm not painting. It's in the subconscious."

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"To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe."

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"Acting is fantastic, but to be able to create a whole world on celluloid is amazing. It's like taking your dreams straight from your head and projecting them onto a screen."

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"My dream is to become a farmer. Just a Bohemian guy pulling up his own sweet potatoes for dinner."

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"American dreams are strongest in the hearts of those who have seen America only in their dreams."

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"A dream is a scripture, and many scriptures are nothing but dreams."

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