“All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end.”
“It was a dream, and in dreams you have no choices: either there are no decisions to be made, or they were made for you long before ever the dream began.”
“This isn’t about what is, it’s about what people think is. It’s all imaginary anyway. That’s why it’s important. People only fight over imaginary things.”
“People imagine, and people believe: and it is belief, that rock-solid belief, that makes things happen.”
“So the day became one of waiting, which was, he knew, a sin: moments were to be experienced; waiting was a sin against both the time that was still to come and the moments one was currently disregarding.”
“I have always felt that violence was the last refuge of the incompetent, and empty threats the last sanctuary of the terminally inept.”
