The world is a possibility if only you'll discover it.
Play the game, but play it your own way – part of the time at least. Play the game, but raise the ante, my boy. Learn how it operates, learn how you operate.
I remember that I'm invisible and walk softly so as not awake the sleeping ones. Sometimes it is best not to awaken them; there are few things in the world as dangerous as sleepwalkers.
God is love, I said, but art's the possibility of forms, and shadows are the source of identity.
Whence all this passion towards conformity anyway? Diversity is the word. Let man keep his many parts and you will have no tyrant states. Why, if they follow this conformity business, they'll end up b...
It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: That I am nobody but myself.
Dr. Gordon S. Seagrave, the famous Burma Surgeon.
We shall demonstrate once again that in this great, inventive land man’s idlest dreams are but the blueprints and mockups of emerging realities, technologies and poems. Here in the fashion of our pion...
Perhaps to lose a sense of where you are implies the danger of losing a sense of who you are.
Nothing, storm or flood, must get in the way of our need for light and ever more and brighter light. The truth is the light and light is the truth.
My emotions locked, as I saw her lipstick lying on the table and grabbed it, saying, Yes, yes, as I bent to write furiously across her belly in drunken inspiration:SYBIL, YOU WERE RAPEDBYSANTA CLAUSSU...
I had no doubt that I could do something, but what, and how? I had no contacts and I believed in nothing. And the obsession with my identity which I had developed in the factory hospital returned with...
What a group of people we were, I thought. Why, you could cause us the greatest humiliation simply by confronting us with something we liked.
We look too much to museums. The sun coming up in the morning is enough.
Let man keep his many parts and you’ll have no tyrant states.
I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting...
And I love light. Perhaps you'll think it strange that an invisible man should need light, desire light, love light. But maybe it is exactly because I invisible. Light confirms my reality, gives birt...
He only wanted to use me for something. Everyone wanted to use you for some purpose.
You're very insistent, but I'm very busy.
Yes, they think we're dumb. They call us the common people. But I've been sitting here listening and looking and trying to understand what's so common about us. I think they're guilty of a gross mis-s...