There are people who think that things that happen in fiction do not really happen. These people are wrong.

We have an obligation to imagine. It is easy to pretend that nobody can change anything, that we are in a world in which society is huge and the individual is less than nothing: an atom in a wall, a grain of rice in a rice field. But the truth is, individuals change their world over and over, individuals make the future, and they do it by imagining that things can be different.

In ten years time I’ll be… (dead) sixty.

I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are.

But standing in that hallway, it was all coming back to me. Memories were waiting at the edges of things, beckoning to me.

Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.

They believe themselves Lucifer's equals, Cain, all these pitiful little gnats. But there is only one that we have ever owned to be our superior. There is but one greater than us, and to him... to him we no longer speak.