You don't know me, dude," he says, not smiling this time. Gonzo examines his cards, prepping for his next move. "People always think that they know other people, but they don't. Not really. I mean, maybe they know things about them, like they won't eat doughnuts or they like action movies or whatever. But they don't know what their friends do in their rooms alone at night or what happened to them when they were kids or if they feel ****ed up for no reason at all.
Libba BrayThe night's chilly breath tickles up my neck and finds my ear, whispering secrets only the wind knows.
Libba BrayThere is a time in every life when paths are chosen, character is forged. I could have chosen a different path. But I didn’t. I failed myself.
Libba BrayHow I'd love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.
Libba BrayReality is a state of mind. To the banker, the money in his ledger book is all very real, though he doesn't actually see it or touch it. But to the Brahma, it simply doesn't exist the way the air and the earth, pain and loss do. To him, the banker's reality is folly. To the banker, the Brahma's ideas are as inconsequential as dust.
Libba Bray