If you're not ready to die, then how can you live?

I think you're all mad. But that's part and parcel of being an artistic genius, isn't it?

The past scampers like an alley cat through the present, leaving the paw prints of memories scattered helter-skelter.

Everything is the way it is because we've all agreed that's the way it is.

Well, you know this world isn't perfect.' 'No, you're wrong. This world IS perfect, people just come along and mess it up sometimes.

It's all a matter of paying attention, being awake in the present moment, and not expecting a huge payoff. The magic in this world seems to work in whispers and small kindnesses.

The puppet thinks: It's not so much what they make me do as their hands inside me.