There couldn't be a society of people who didn't dream. They'd be dead in two weeks.

The word is now a virus.

After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say 'I want to see the manager.'

O death where is thy sting? The man is never on time.

The self is like a pimping blackmailing chauffeur who gets you from here to there on word lines.

Dream long enough and dream hard enough you will come to know dreaming can make it so.

In this world, [of Flash and Filigree] nothing is true, and censure or outrage is simply irrelevant.