When people tell a lie about something, they have to make up a bunch of lies to go with the first one. ‘Mythomania’ is the word for it.

Nobody's easier to fool, than the person who is convinced that he is right.

I'm not human. I'm a piece of machinery. I don't need to feel a thing. Just forge on ahead.

The Earth, time, concepts, love, life, faith justice, evil - they're all fluid and in transition. They don't stay in one form or in one place forever. The whole universe is like some big FedEx box.

I don't really know if it's the right thing to do, making new life. Kids grow up, generations take their place. What does it all come to? More hills bulldozed and more ocean fronts filled in? Faster cars and more cats run over? Who needs it?

As long as I was alive, I was something. That was just how it was. But somewhere along the way it all changed. Living turned me into nothing.

In dreams begins responsiblities.