People think that by living on some mountainside in a tent and being frozen to death by freezing rain, they're somehow discovering reality, but of course that's just another fiction dreamed up by a TV producer.

Maybe you are a poet and a dreamer, but don't you realize that those two species are extinct now?

A ton of Proust isn’t worth an ounce of Ray Bradbury.

In a completely sane world, madness is the only freedom.

The endless newsreel clips of nuclear explosions that we saw on TV in the 1960s (were) a powerful incitement to the psychotic imagination, sanctioning *everything*.

People nowadays like to be together not in the old-fashioned way of, say, mingling on the piazza of an Italian Renaissance city, but, instead, huddled together in traffic jams, bus queues, on escalators and so on. It's a new kind of togetherness which may seem totally alien, but it's the togetherness of modern technology.

My brief stay at the hospital had already convinced me that the medical profession was an open door to anyone nursing a grudge against the human race.