Sooner or later, all games become serious.

Art exists because reality is neither real nor significant.

Yet she felt an impostor, and already the mask had begun to bite into her face.

So he left the lagoon and entered the jungle again, within a few days was completely lost, following the lagoons southward through the increasing rain and heat, attacked by alligators and giant bats, a second Adam searching for the forgotten paradises of the reborn Sun.

His mother and father were agnostics, and Jim respected devout Christians in the same way that he respected people who were members of the Graf Zeppelin Club or shopped at the Chinese department stores, for their mastery of an exotic foreign ritual. Besides, those who worked hardest for others, like Mrs. Philips and Mrs. Gilmour and Dr. Ransome, often held beliefs that turned out to be correct.

I felt the pressure of imagination against the doors of my mind was so great that they were going to burst.

But I wouldn't recommend writing. You can be a successful writer and never meet another soul. I'm not sure that's a good thing.