There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.

It is amazing that when someone else spouts the nonsense you yourself believe you can readily perceive it as nonsense

The inanity of her remark infuriated him. 'Good grief don't you understand Janet? At this point I'm thoroughly delusional. I'm as mentally ill as it's possible to be. It's incredible that I can communicate with you at all. It's a credit to my ego-strength that I'm not at this point totally autistic.

All responsible writers, to some degree, have become involuntary criers of doom, because doom is in the wind

The silence of the world could not rein back it's greed. Not any longer. Not when it had virtually won.

Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally.

What constitutes the authentic human being?