Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that you live, if you do.
Your world is made of your memories, and your memories are given to you by your world. The whispering voice of happenstance is always in our ears. 'This is the world. This is the way things are. Look. Pay attention. Remember.'
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect.
Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities. Truth isn't.
Sack over my head and cinched it tight around my windpipe.
One of the lessons of history is that nothing is often a good thing to do and always a clever thing to say.