The human world is made of stories, not people. The people the stories use to tell themselves are not to be blamed
David MitchellSouls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
David MitchellMany children are natural fantasists, I think, perhaps because their imaginations have yet to be clobbered into submission by experience.
David Mitchell