Death hides within every religion. And at any time it can flash forth-not with healing in its wings but with poison, with that which wounds.

The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words.

There will come a time when it isn't 'They're spying on me through my phone' anymore. Eventually, it will be 'My phone is spying on me'.

Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away.

Everything in life is just for a while.

It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.

Reality is just a point of view.

There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.

To fight the Empire is to be infected by its derangement.... Whoever defeats the Empire becomes the Empire; it proliferates like a virus.

Just because something bears the aspect of the inevitable one should not, therefore, go along willingly with it.

…we all lie to ourselves; we tell our own selves more lies than we ever do other people.

Fear is like an illusion of a dangerous wall between you and your goal.

Sometimes we don't need words. Rather, it's words that need us.

the idea of being invisibly alone in a crowd of strangers is so tempting for a number of introverts...or maybe for loneliness?

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

People are obscenities. Would rather be music than be a mass of tubes squeezing semisolids around itself for a few decades before becoming so dribblesome it'll no longer function.

This is the culmination of a lot of people's vision. I think this is just another step towards making Central Michigan football among the elite programs in the Mid-American Conference.

Latinas are the fastest growing segment of the minority population, and their perspective deserves to be represented, not denigrated.

I think being in a band is probably the only job when you're actively encouraged to be out of it most of the time.

Even if I were to suppose that I was dreaming and whatever I saw or imagined was false, yet I could not deny that ideas were truly in my mind.

Just a reminder, what other people think of you is none of your business.