Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like [a] concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it.

Fear can make you do more wrong than hate or jealousy... fear makes you always, always hold something back.

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

He felt all at once like an ineffectual moth, fluttering at the windowpane of reality, dimly seeing it from outside.

Each of us assumes everyone else knows what HE is doing. They all assume we know what WE are doing. We don't...Nothing is going on and nobody knows what it is. Nobody is concealing anything except the fact that he does not understand anything anymore and wishes he could go home.

There will come a time when it isn't 'They're spying on me through my phone' anymore. Eventually, it will be 'My phone is spying on me'.

The unconscious is selective, when it learns what to listen for.