Did I choose this life of illusion? Don't be mad. My bed was made, I just lied in it.

Did I choose this life of illusion? Don't be mad. My bed was made, I just lied in it.

A thing may happen and be a total lie; another thing may not happen and be truer than the truth.

Words, too, have genuine substance -- mass and weight and specific gravity.

They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried.

But in a story, which is a kind of dreaming, the dead sometimes smile and sit up and return to the world.

With a hangover and with fear, it is difficult to put a helmet on your head.