Reality's just the accumulation of ominous prophecies come to life. All you have to do is open a newspaper on any given day to weigh the good news versus the bad news, and you'll see what I mean.

Not that we were incompatible: we just had nothing to talk about.

I'm always tripped up by the eternal who am I?

Everyone, deep in their hearts, is waiting for the end of the world to come.

The better you were able to imagine what you wanted to imagine, the farther you could flee from reality.

While they're still alive, people can become ghosts.

The best way to think about reality, I had decided, was to get as far away from it as possible.