I've met talespinners before, Jake, and they're all cut more or less from the same cloth. They tell tales because they're afraid of life.

Long days and pleasant nights

I love music, and I can play a little. But anyone can see the difference between someone who's talented and someone that's not.

The concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep.

When a man has died, he wants you to know about it.

This is how a man looks when he's deciding that the risk of death is better than the risk of change.

Belief in the supernatural or belief in wild talents like precognition and telepathy and telekinesis and things like that, it seems to me that belief in those things is just very, very freeing.