dreams are the soul of the imagination, the slender and evasive revenants of the shells we erect as our dwellings. we build our shells from the sand of our ground bones, mortared with our very blood, and imagine we fence the dreams away... but we only fence them in. a few, the rare, the beautiful, remain as near to the heat of their dreams as children, and we know them by their laughter, by the ease with which they are moved to tears, by our own desire to be around them. - the book of flying
dr. quinn medicine woman
stranger than paradise, rushmore, before sunrise, junebug, my girl, good will hunting, igby goes down, l'enfant
arrested development
the seagull reader, the blue castle, jpod, the giver, the kite runner, lord of the flies, catcher in the rye, anne of green gables, emily of new moon, eye of the world series, the perks of being a wallflower, sanya, life after god, picture of dorian grey, little women, peter pan, east of eden, grapes of wrath, of mice and men, the pearl, brave new world, the little princess, celebration of discipline, harry potter, journey of desire, captivating, the book of flying, nineteen eighty four, my name is asher lev, to kill a mockingbird, mark of the lion series, stuart, down and out in paris and london, paper bag princess, the little prince,
max fischer