David Hewson

“In their vanity men focus on what they wish to hear and miss the hidden meaning, the lurking threat.”

“My life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury. It means nothing.”

“Tomorrow and tomorrow come creeping in and always will. We're fools trapped in a mechanism of our own unconscious making. Shadows strutting and fretting for one brief hour upon a stage, then heard no more. I'll weep an ocean in my heart, if the world would give me time. But not now.”

“To watch. To wait. To wonder at a world in chaos,' the girl said. 'And hope one day you fools might learn.”

“Do I dream you? Or you dream me? Or does someone, something bigger than all' - her hands swept the vast constellations above them - 'this beauteous calamity, dream everything we see and more?”

“There is an argument for believing that the entire process of writing a piece of fiction is simply a thinly-controlled and highly-internalised nervous breakdown designed, with a bit of luck, to produce something worthwhile at the end.”