The hero surviving his own murder, his own suicide, his own addiction, surviving his own disappearance from the scene

Candor disarms paranoia.

Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?

I know I'm not God, are you? Don't be silly. God? God? Everybody's God? Don't be silly.

When it snows in your nose, you catch cold in your brain.

To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness.

There is nothing to be learned from history anymore. We're in science fiction now.