The entire universe - for one thing - only exists in your perceptions. That's all you're gonna see of it. To all practical intents and purposes this is purely some kind of lightshow that's being put on in the kind of neurons in our brain. The whole of reality.

I have so very much. I have so very little.

I'm the king of the 20th century. I'm the boogeyman, the villian, the black sheep of the family.

Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.

I love the smell of paper in the morning; it smells like victory.

I'm 65 years old. Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, well, it just keeps on getting brighter all the time.

Here's the thing: If you're monitoring every single thing that goes on in a given culture, if you have all the information that is there to be had, then that is the equivalent of having none of it. How are you going to process that amount of information?