Am I crazy?" she asked. "I feel like I am sometimes." "Maybe," he said, rubbing her forehead. "But don't worry about it. You need to be a little bit crazy. Crazy is the price you pay for having an imagination. It's your superpower. Tapping into the dream. It's a good thing not a bad thing.

What if I travel so far away in my dreams that I can't get back in time to wake up?

I think that if we don't learn to inhabit other people's perspectives, then we're never going to understand why people do what they do.

But in the time it takes to say now, now is already over. It's already then.

Writing a book is a way of thinking to me, the only way of thinking that I have found successful.

By the time we, consumers, are aware of processes like genetic engineering, they're already being done. It's sort of like the war in Iraq: By the time we know about it, it's almost a fait accompli. And that's certainly true with science.

The past is weird. I mean, does it really exist ? It feels like it exists, but where is it ? And if it did exists, but doesn’t now, then where did it go ?