..It was premised on the unimaginative belief that wealth and fame were the mandatory stuff of everyone’s dreams.You have lived too long in New York, I told her. There are other worlds. Other kinds of dreams. Dreams in which failure is feasible, honorable, sometimes even worth striving for. Worlds in which recognition is not the only barometer of brilliance or human worth. There are plenty of warriors who I know and love, people more valuable than myself who go to war knowing in advance that they would fail. The only dream worth having, I told her, is to live while you’re alive and die only when you are dead..