“But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn’t felt it go away, as if he’d known the best moment to let go.”

Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.

Behind the hieroglyphic streets there would either be a transcendent meaning, or only the earth.

Time is never wasted if you remember to bring along something to read.

Why should things be easy to understand?

What, I should only trust good people? Man, good people get bought and sold every day. Might as well trust somebody evil once in a while, it makes no more or less sense.

Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.

Our history is an aggregate of last moments.

You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.

All variables are independent.

A woman is only half of something there are usually two sides to.

All the animals, the plants, the minerals, even other kinds of men, are being broken and reassembled every day, to preserve an elite few, who are the loudest to theorize on freedom, but the least free of all.

The general public has long been divided into two parts; those who think that science can do anything and those who are afraid it will.

Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.

If there is something comforting – religious, if you want – about paranoia, there is still also anti-paranoia, where nothing is connected to anything, a condition not many of us can bear for long.

Teamwork,” Koteks snarled, “is one word for it, yeah. What it really is is a way to avoid responsibility. It’s a symptom of the gutlessness of the whole society.

It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.

Individual success is a myth. No one succeeds all by herself.

The atheist, by merely being in touch with reality, appears shamefully out of touch with the fantasy life of his neighbors.

It was like falling down an elevator shaft and landing in a pool full of mermaids.

In the long run I certainly hope information is the cure for fanaticism, but I am afraid information is more the cause than the cure.

The greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.

I definitely write about a lot of dreamy, surreal stuff. I do end up going to a surreal world with my music, but I also like the idea of there being really real stuff as well.

Our love will never die. We’ll just dream another fantasy about touching each other.

Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed.