It is impossible to survive in a prolonged state of reality, at least for human beings. We spend a good part of our lives dreaming, especially when we're awake.

He lost himself in the words and images conjured in his mind and for a while forgot ... He found himself flying among stars and planets.

His soul is in his stories. I once asked him who inspired him to create his characters, and his answer was no one. That all his characters were himself.

It seems that in the advanced stages of stupidity, a lack of ideas is compensated for by an excess of ideologies.

Where he had failed, I would triumph. Where he had lost his way, I would find the path out of the labyrinth.

We all give up great expectations along the way.

This cures everything except stupidity, which is an epidemic on the rise.