"Old dreams never die, they are just filed away.

Life is a struggle...a damn fun one!

Old friends die on you, and they're irreplaceable. You become dependent.

I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after.

The light of memory, or rather the light that memory lends to things, is the palest light of all. I am not quite sure whether I am dreaming or remembering, whether I have lived my life or dreamed it. Just as dreams do, memory makes me profoundly awar

DIE WITH MEMORIES, NOT DREAMS