The television is 'real'. It is immediate, it has dimension. It tells you what to think and blasts it in. It must be right. It seems so right. It rushes you on so quickly to its own conclusions your mind hasn't time to protest, 'What nonsense!'.

Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.

God, here and there, makes madness a calling.

I felt a bit bookish, cut off from life.

Is it true, the world works hard and we play? Is that why we're hated so much?

Men are nuts. Young men are crazy. We all love toys. I'm toy oriented. I write about toys. I've got a lot of toys. Hundreds of things. But computers are toys, and men like to mess around with smart dumb things. They feel creative.

They whispered to Caesar that he was mortal, then sold daggers at half-price in the grand March sale.