For madness must be punished in a world in which mere sanity is prized. The revenge of the ordinary upon the gifted.

You people who have survived childhood don't remeber any longer what it was like. You think children are whole, uncomplicated creatures, and if you split them in two with a handy axe there would be all one substance inside, hard candy. But it isn't hard candy so much as a hopeless seething lava of all kinds of things, a turmoil, a mess. And once the child starts thinking about this mess he begins to disintegrate as a child and turns into something else--an adult, an animal.

Is there any mystery like who you finally turn out to be.

An actress wants to be seen. An actress wants to be loved. By multitudes of people, not just one lone man.

Nothing comes of so many things, if you have patience.

You wake up one morning, those years are gone. There's a comfort in this fact perhaps. I want to think that there must be comfort in all facts we can't alter.

Near the point of impact, time acelerates to the speed of light.