Of course you're real-like any thought or any story. It's real when you're in it.

I can promise you that the world is a factory. The sun stirs it, the humans rule it. And I remain. I carry them away.- spoken by death

I think 'The Lord Of The Rings' is the mother of all cult books, because you can be in that cult and not even know you're in it.

My mouth opened. It happened. Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling. Arms stretched out next to me, I howled, and everything came out of me. Visions pored up my throat and past voices surrounded me. The sky listened. The city didn't. I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was howling so that I could hear my voice and so I would remember that the boy had intensity and something to offer. I howled, oh, so loud and desperate, telling a world that I was here and I wouldn't lie down.

I love and hate this place because it is full of words.

The silence was always the greates temptation.

...to swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.