Then it is in me, too, the psychotic streak. A psychotic world we live in. The madmen are in power. How long have we known this? Faced this? And-how many of us do know it? ... Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally. Waking up. I suppose only a few are aware of all this. Isolated persons here and there. But the broad masses-what do they think? All these hundreds of thousands in this city, here. Do they imagine that they live in a sane world? Or do they guess, glimpse, the truth...?

When I was a child, I thought as a child. But now I have put away childish things. ... I must be scientific.

A weird time in which we are alive. We can travel anywhere we want, even to other planets. And for what? To sit day after day, declining in morale and hope.

In a nutshell-I fear authority but at the same time I resent it-the authority and my own fear. So I rebel.

He entered the elevator and together they moved closer to god

The frogs hopping indoors agree that we are on a prison planet. They themselves are frog criminals that were convicted of doing frog crimes.

If the last to know he’s an addict is the addict, then maybe the last to know when a man means what he says is the man himself, he reflected.