I've been practicing that shot - in my dreams. It seemed like it was in the air forever. I can't believe it actually went in the basket.

In my dreams, I have Keira Knightley's eyebrows.

My other hand moves up to the ruby heart. Closing my fingers around it, I shut my es and return to Neverland. Even if only in a dream

How is it that, a full two centuries after Jane Austen finished her manuscript, we come to the world of Pride and Prejudice and find ourselves transcending customs, strictures, time, mores, to arrive at a place that educates, amuses, and enthralls us? It is a miracle. We read in bed because reading is halfway between life and dreaming, our own consciousness in someone else's mind.

Though her emotions had not deviated from a jittery frailty she knew that in her own room she could at least attempt sleep and that if she dreamed she might then finally be with Henry.

The chambers in the house of dreams Are fed with so divine an air, That Time's hoary wings grow young therein, And they who walk there are most fair.