You know what I mean? Real and unreal, beautiful and strange, like a dream. It got me high as a kite, but it didn’t last long enough. It ended too soon and left nothing behind.” That’s how it is with dreams,” said Priscilla. “They’re the perfect crime.

It is what it is. You are what you it. There are no mistakes.

Genius may stand on the shoulders of giants, but it stands alone.

Life is too small a container for certain individuals. Some of them, such as Alobar, huff and puff and try to expand the container. Others, such as Kudra, seek to pry the lid off and hop out.

The human race has always defined itself through narration. That isn't going to change just because we've gone electronic. What is changing is that now we're allowing corporations to tell our stories for us.

The highest function of love is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplacable being.

It's personal freedom, not hundred dollar bills that lights the soul's cigar.