I mean, after all, you have to consider we're only made out of dust. That's admittedly not much to go on and we shouldn't forget that. But even considering, I mean it's sort of a bad beginning, we're not doing too bad. So I personally have faith that even in this lousy situation we're faced with we can make it. You get me?

It's easy to win. Anybody can win.

So books are real to me, too; they link me not just with other minds but with the vision of other minds, what those minds understand and see. I see their worlds as well as I see my own.

In my writing I even question the universe; I wonder out loud if it is real, and I wonder out loud if all of us are real.

A man is an angel that has gone deranged.

Each of us assumes everyone else knows what he is doing. They all assume we know what we are doing. We don't.

Truth, she thought. As terrible as death. But harder to find.