I had a dream about a motorcycle," said harry, remembering suddenly. "it was flying." uncle vernon nearly crashed into the car in front. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at harry, his face like a gigantic beet with a mustache: "motorcycles don't fly!" dudley and piers sniggered. "i know they don't," said harry. "it was only a dream.
The older dictators fell because they could never supply their subjects with enough bread, enough circuses, enough miracles, and mysteries. Under a scientific dictatorship, education will really work' with the result that most men and women will grow up to love their servitude and will never dream of revolution. There seems to be no good reason why a thoroughly scientific dictatorship should ever be overthrown.
Lift up your eyes upon this day breaking for you. Give birth again to the dream. Women, children, men, take it into the palms of your hands. Mold it into the shape of your most private need. Sculpt it into the image of your most public self. Lift up your hearts each new hour holds new chances for a new beginning.
Dear god," she prayed, "let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. Let me be gay; let me be sad. Let me be cold; let me be warm. Let me be hungry...Have too much to eat. Let me be ragged or well dressed. Let me be sincere - be deceitful. Let me be truthful; let me be a liar. Let me be honorable and let me sin. Only let me be something every blessed minute. And when i sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.
Behold the child among his new-born blissesa six years' darling of a pigmy size!See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies,fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses,with light upon him from his father's eyes!See, at his feet, some little plan or chart,some fragment from his dream of human life,shaped by himself with newly-learned art.