梦想
The poet is the brother of the dreamer and the madman.
The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it.
The writer's only responsibility is to his art. He will be completely ruthless if he is a good one. He has a dream. It anguishes him so much he must get rid of it. He has no peace until then.
The artist must be a dreamer of the impossible.
The artist must be a weaver of dreams.
Nothing’s lost forever. In this world, there’s a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we’ve left behind, and dreaming ahead.