The real is always way ahead of what we can imagine.

No one wants to be part of a fiction, and even less so if that fiction is real.

For one reason or another, I became a passionate reader when I was very little. As soon as I could read, I wanted to read.

No one can cross the boundary into another -- for the simple reason that no one can gain access to himself

Libraries aren't in the real world, after all. They're places apart, sanctuaries of pure thought. In this way I can go on living on the moon for the rest of my life.

Solitary. But not in the sense of being alone. Not solitary in the way Thoreau was, for example, exiling himself in order to find out where he was; not solitary in the way Jonah was, praying for deliverance in the belly of the whale. Solitary in the sense of retreat. In the sense of not having to see himself, of not having to see himself being seen by anyone else.

As long as you are dreaming, there is always a way out