For the facts that make up the world need the non-factual as a vantage point from which to be perceived.

I am writing with my burnt hand about the nature of fire.

If we had the right words, if we had the language, we would need no weapons.

I don't take drugs, I take books.

With the aid of a minute correction - that of the dispersing lens - in a gold frame perched on her nose, Miranda can see into hell.

Elisabeth had not had her future and her parents had not had theirs, there was nothing to this so-called future which was always promised to the young.

The facts that make the world real-- these depend on the unreal in order to be recognised by it.

Miranda doesn't dream, she simply rests. When Miranda's eyes are at ease, her mind is at peace.

No new world without a new language.

...the simple task of getting dressed and undressed was a real strain, but nothing could compare with her addiction to deep sleep...

No amount of community policing will cause the common people to accept a known corrupt police department.

When you have mental illness it's common to be shunned by your family or friends it wouldn't happen if they knew the pain you were in.

Just because she isn't human, do you think that means she doesn't feel pain?

It was the age of confidence. Arrogance was epidemic.

I'm a comedian, and I definitely see the humor in a lot of things. I am also sad a lot. I cry often and easily. I think you're supposed to feel all kinds of things.

Happiness is overrated. There has to be conflict in life.

Once you can clearly describe what you are reacting to, free of your interpretation or evaluation of it, other people are less likely to be defensive when they hear it.

Columbus was the first to come to the east. Vikings don't count, and neither do all the people who were standing on the beaches and waving when he got here.

Fate, Chance, God’s Will — we all try to account for our lives somehow. What are the chances that two raindrops, flung from the heavens, will merge on a windowpane? Gotta be Fate.

Like so many before them, they didn't care that my dad was only the messenger. They still wanted to shoot him.