Is there no way out of the mind?

A fierce brief fusion which dreamers call real, and realists, an illusion; an insight like the flight of birds.

How can you be so many women to so many strange people, oh you strange girl?

I thought it sounded just like the sort of drug a man would invent. Here was a woman in terrible pain, obviously feeling every bit of it or she wouldn't groan like that, and she would go straight home and start another baby, because the drug would make her forget how bad the pain had been, when all the time, in some secret part of her, that long, blind, doorless and windowless corridor or pain was waiting to open up and shut her in again.

God has to remind us this isn't heaven by a long shot, so he increases the radios and lethal flies.

And I identify too closely with my reading, with my writing.

It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love to do on earth. When you come right down to it, I do believe in the freedom of the individual.