"Everybody got to have a dream."-DJay, Hustle & Flow
Corey:  Lloyd, why do you have to be like this?
I am a man of constant sorrow
"That night I had a dream. I dreamt I was as light as the ether - a  floating spirit visiting things to come. The shades and shadows of the  people in my life rassled their way their way into my slumber.  I dreamed  that Gale and Evelle had decided to return to prison...And then I dreamed on, into the future, to a Christmas morn in the  Arizona home where Nathan Junior was opening a present from a kindly  couple who preferred to remain unknown...And  still I dreamed on, further into the future than I had ever dreamed  before, watching Nathan Junior's progress from afar, taking pride in his  accomplishments as if he were our own. Wondering if he ever thought of  us and hoping that maybe we'd broadened his horizons a little even if he  couldn't remember just how they got broadened.  But still I hadn't  dreamt nothing about me and Ed until the end. And this was cloudier  cause it was years, years away. But I saw an old couple being visited by  their children, and all their grandchildren too. The old couple weren't  screwed up. And neither were their kids or their grandkids. And I don't  know. You tell me. This whole dream, was it wishful thinking? Was I  just fleeing reality like I know I'm liable to do? But me and Ed, we can  be good too. And it seemed real. It seemed like us and it seemed like,  well, our home. If not Arizona, then a land not too far away. Where all  parents are strong and wise and capable and all children are happy and  beloved. I don't know...Maybe it was Utah."

Captain Mitchell studies a map while walking on the Moon, February 6, 1971
Out of the night that covers me,In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
- William Ernest Henley