In his dream she was sick and he cared for her. The dream bore the look of sacrifice but he thought differently. He did not take care of her and she died alone somewhere in the dark and there is no other dream nor other waking world and there is no other tale to tell.

The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and the reality, even where we will not.

He thought that in the history of the world it might even be that there was more punishment than crime but he took small comfort from it.

When the lies are all told and forgot the truth will be their yet.

Word gets around when the circus comes to town, don't it?

There is for a man two things in life that are very important, head and shoulders above everything else. Find work you like, and find someone to live with you like. Very few people get both.

What would you do if I died? If you died I would want to die too. So you could be with me? Yes. So I could be with you. Okay.