So books are real to me, too; they link me not just with other minds but with the vision of other minds, what those minds understand and see. I see their worlds as well as I see my own.

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.

Biographies are best when written chronologically. Boring people don't make for good biographies.

To get the full value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.

I never wanted to join fashion industry or being another Donna or another Dianne. I made clothes that I wanted to wear. I would cut, I would sew and I would wear, and it made me to feel better.

I'm looking for a woman who's head is mixed up like mine.

I've never really been a traditional country kind of guy. I wanted my music to sound more like the end of the '90s and to have the kind of great music, pop or whatever, that radio will embrace.

In the best classrooms, grades are only one of many types of feedback provided to students.

Nothing lasts forever. Should I?

I know their game. First, the traders and the missionaries: then the ambassadors: then the cannon. It's better to go straight to the cannon.

The sweet smell of the South, of Camellias and Azaleas, clings to Beaufort's ancient and historic buildings.

Scarce can I speak, my choler is so great. Oh! I could hew up rocks, and fight with flint.