Mother used to say escape is never further than the nearest book.

Two people who are a little bit deluded in each other's favour. That's what love is, isn't it?

As long as you can Houdini your way out of the Sisyphean constraints then originality happens.

If I want to act relaxed, it's going to take all my cunning, skill, and concentration.

If swans weren't real myths'd make up.

The human world is made of stories, not people. The people the stories use to tell themselves are not to be blamed

I believe death is only a door. One closes, and another opens. If I were to imagine heaven, I would imagine a door opening. And he would be waiting for me there.