I had a dream that boys would act like men for once…then I woke up.

I had a dream that my boyfriend went back to his ex…I woke up and giggled because you don’t pick up a rock after finding a diamond.

I had a dream that I could please everyone. Well that will always be a dream, because I find that near to impossible to do.

I had a dream that I had no haters…I woke up missing them.

I had a dream that I was in someone else’s shoes for once…they were the wrong size.

I had a dream that I was perfect…I woke up and was still perfect. Aw.

I had a dream that I didn’t care anymore…when I woke up I realized that I was stuck with a big heart.

I had a dream that I would be successful and happy in life…I woke up running out of breath, because I’ve been chasing this dream for quite a while now.

I had a dream that I knew it all…but then I woke up and appreciated the fact that I didn’t know everything because then there would be nothing left to discover in life.

What good were real feelings anyway?

These UFOs are interplanetary devices systematically observing the earth, either manned or under remote control, or both.

Death and life are, for most of us, too complex to comprehend, but Alex Lemon can pretty casually, accurately, and marvelously correlate them to heavy metal and birthday cake.

Custom looks to things that are past, and fashion to things that are present, but both of them are somewhat purblind as to things that are to come.

All talk is lies in a way. Only the doing of a thing can make it true.

I think being an effective First Lady is first of all being the partner that your husband needs.

When you begin to create the life of your dreams - or maybe better stated, when you begin to live the life that God dreams for you - you take responsibility to prepare for the future.

I think the vetting we have for refugees is vastly better than the Europeans have.

The thing which seems so glorious when viewed from the heights of the country's cause looks so muddy when seen from the bottom. One begins by getting angry and then feels disgusted.

I moved into a nice houseboat in Little Venice when I was 15 years old. I found a girlfriend called Monday and a houseboat called Friday, so I had the week sewn up.