The person I am now, compared with the person in the dream, has been baffled and defeated and only supposes he enjoys a full life. In the dreams, I see what a full life really consists of, and it is not what I really have.

We have entered a Moment when we are alone. We cannot get assistance, as before. Well, Mr. Tagomi thought, perhaps that too is good. Or can be made good. One must still try to find the Way.

I like her; I could watch her the rest of my life. She has breasts that smile.

Once a guy stood all day shaking bugs from his hair.

It really seems to me that in the midst of great tragedy, there is always the horrible possibility that something terribly funny will happen.

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

I never felt like that before. Maybe it could be depression, like you get. I can understand how you suffer now when you're depressed; I always thought you liked it and I thought you could have snapped yourself out any time, if not alone then my means of the mood organ. But when you get that depressed you don't care. Apathy, because you've lose a sense of worth. It doesn't matter whether you feel better because you have no worth.