For someone to be perfect, they must be real, however imperfect they are.

This pain is comfort. It is the solace of physicality, like a touch.

Doing nothing was as honourable as any available course of action. Think of Hamlet, think of Job, think of Jesus before Pilate.

I stare out at the real world projected on the windows

His suffering was no more real than he was.

Reality, it seems, is not a flat plane, but has as many veils as an onion has skins.

It is a matter of mere coincidence that there is often a real individual who corresponds with a celebrity, signifies them.

You need to bridge the gap between reality and freedom. Drugs are the bridge.

I feel underslept but overjoyed. Nothing feels so good as this.

Is the writer cruel that makes his characters suffer only to bring them to triumph or tragedy in the end?

I know everything must be a lie, but I believe it anyway.

Was there a language of loss? Did everyone who suffered speak a different dialect?

We strive toward the middle, and we run from ourselves.

Newspapers provided a common culture of aspiration.

I WILL FOLLOW ANYONE...AND REMIND EVERYONE...OF THE FATE...OF THE ENSLAVED...YAZIDI WOMEN

You can't pretend to be a Sharon Stone or a Marilyn Monroe. You really can't fake that.

The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind.

Following Jesus is simple, but not easy. Love until it hurts, and then love more.

When people talk to us about others they are usually dull. When they talk to us about themselves they are nearly always interesting.

I will be able to forecast which side will be victorious and which defeated.