Your own brain ought to have the decency to be on your side!

No one's policing their own minds more than an author. You spend a lot of time in your own head analysing what you think about things, and a philosophy comes.

I'd like to walk on the moon (and return).

The short conversation that follows eventually led to a tree religion. Its tenet of faith was this: a tree that was a good tree and led a clean decent and upstanding life could be assured of a future life after death. If it was very good indeed it would eventually be reincarnated as five thousand rolls of lavatory paper.

In Genua, someone set out to make dreams come true. Remember some of your dreams?

Don't stick your nose where someone can pull it off and eat it.

Yes, but people have got to believe that, or what's the point MY POINT EXACTLY.