What Dreams May Come

What Dreams May Come quotes

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Albert Lewis
Annie Nielsen
Chris Nielsen
The Tracker


A whole family lost to car crashes. Enough to make a person buy a bike.


Sometimes, when you lose, you win.

Dear Diary, I am writing in your bullshit pages because my shrink is crazier then I am. He thinks you're therapy. He figures if two babies can hammer me into a Psycho ward, what will I do with this? He is so stupid. He's so stupid that he thinks he pulled me through the breakdown when it was Christy. Always. Only Chris. I was looking through his postcards. Paintings were his obsession. He used art as another way to love me, to help me. To keep us always together.

Chris, "here" is big enough for everyone to have their own private universe.

He is also known as Doc

You were expecting physical danger? What could it do, kill ya, huh? No, in Hell there's real danger. Of losing your mind.

Elevator to Hell. Going up.

This is the guy who doesn't give up.

Marie: [looks at a cardboard cutout of Heaven] Is this where we go when we die?
Chris: It's a dream baby, it's a beautiful one, but you know dreams...
Marie: I know, aren't real. I know.

Leona: Where were you just now? You're mind's been wondering all afternoon.
Chris: Thinking of someone.

Leona: Do you wanna see others? Perhaps the city?
Chris: I would, but travel makes me nauseous.

Albert: So what is the "me"?
Chris: My brain I suppose.
Albert : Your brain? Your brain is a body part. Like your fingernail or your heart. Why is that the part that's you?
Chris: Because I have sort of a voice in my head, the part of me that thinks, that feels, that is aware that I exist at all.
Albert : So if you're aware you exist, then you do. That's why you're still here.

Albert: You don't understand.
Chris: It's not about understanding- it's about not giving up!

Chris: Where is God in all of this?
Albert: Oh, He's up there. Somewhere... shouting down that He loves us. Wondering why we can't hear Him. You think?

The Tracker: You called your son Albert. Who is that?
Chris: First doctor I interned under. He was like a father to me.
The Tracker: Ah. His words were gold. A brilliant mind. Do you recall what he practiced before he turned to pediactrics?
Chris: Child psychia-...
The Tracker: ...psychiatry. Yeah. And he always was a slow reader. But these... [indicating his glasses] used to be rimless, and the rest of me... used to be black. I also used to read too slow. I don't need these glasses [taking off his glasses] ...my eyes being a figment of my imagination.