As I come to understand Vietnam and what it implies about the human condition, I also realize that few humans will permit themselves such an understanding.

The world's a stage, & everything else is Vaudeville.

I think I'm a bit like a kind of shark, that if I stop swimming, I won't be able to breathe, something like that.

A live body and a dead body contain the same number of particles. Structurally, there's no discernible difference. Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts. Why should I be concerned?

It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.

The past can't hurt you anymore. Not unless you let it. They made you into a victim, Evey. They made you into a statistic. But, that's not the real you. That's not who you are inside.

I think that storytelling and creation are very close to what the center of what magic is about. I think not just for me, but for most of the cultures that have had a concept of magic, then the manipulation of language, and words, and thus of stories and fictions, has been very close to the center of it all.