I think the book you always like best is the one you're about to write.
Nevertheless, blood is thicker than water, as anyone knows who has tasted both.
Madness is only an amplification of what you already are.
Imagine a famine. Now imagine a piece of bread. Both of these things are real but you happen to be in the same room with only one of them. Put yourself into a different room, that’s what the mind is for.
I don't want to look at something that determines me so completely.
They spent the first three years of school getting you to pretend stuff and then the rest of it marking you down if you did the same thing.