What I think is all I have left. My mind is the only thing that makes me different from a fancy toaster. What we think does matter-it's all we truly have.

On a small planet, where minute follows minute, day follows day, year follows year, where tradition marches on with a deafening, orderly beat -sometimes the order is disturbed by a dreamer, an artist, a scribbler - sometimes the beat is changed one person at a time.

Escape is not about moving from one place to another. It's about becoming more.

Picture yourself five years from now. Where do you want to be? Remember that. Every day. That's how you'll get there.

I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts.

Maybe staying on the surface keeps her from returning to a place where she can't breathe.

When your life has had few events to occupy it, it's amazing how a simple encounter can seem like an entire three-act play.