As far as all of our identities are dependent on how other people imagine us we are all making ourselves and each other up all the time

That's the mystery, isn't it? Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape---the world or the end of it?

One of the others shouted a translation: "The beautiful couple is beautiful.

Her hair is ridiculous," I said. "I know. That was the only thing I said about her that was true. When you say nasty things about people, you should never say the true ones, because you can't really fully and honestly take those back, you know? I mean, there are highlights. And there are streaks. And then there are skunk stripes.

She said Robert Joyner had killed himself with a gun. And then I asked why, and then she told me that he was getting a divorce and was sad about it.' 'Lots of people get divorces and don't kill themselves,' I said. 'I know,' she said, excitement in her voice. 'That's what I told her.

He knew he couldn't tell stories, that he always included extraneous details & tangents that interested only him.

We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either.