Civilization has imposed countless restrictions and conventions on each of us, with the result that the subconscious in the majority of us has become a storage room without a key. We are forced to suppress or forget so many events and ideas and thoughts that those to which we should have access are lost in the welter. However, there are people who seem capable of unlocking this part of their minds and extracting relevant information.

Shrews are made, not born.

If you go around looking for accidents, asking for them, they can't be called accidents any more.

You can't drown your troubles ... because troubles can swim.

I didn't mind giving up carnality, jewelry and red meat in return for comradeship and an afterlife.

The world of maps is nice and flat and simple. It has areas for people and areas for monsters. What a shock it is to discover the world is round and the areas merge and nothing separates the monsters and ourselves; that we are all whirling around in space together and there isn't even a graceful way of falling off.

The day will probably come when you can tell everything about a person from his dreams except his age and weight.