Suzy DaviesWhose ideas breathe through me? Am I a thief? Do I dream my own dreams?
About This Quote
In the play, “Guys and Dolls,” by Frank Loesser, a character named Miss Adelaide sings this song about a gambler who has lost everything in a craps game. She says that his ideas have been stolen from him and he is being robbed of his own dreams. Although this is a common expression in English-speaking countries, it is not used in the original German.
Source: Joharis Window
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