“Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.”

“…I go through a story for lies. I might discover the lie of trying to show off. Sometimes they’re lies of character. Sometimes they are lies of writing the most beautiful sentence in the world that has nothing to do with the story.”

“And sometimes when you lie to me Sometimes I’ll lie to you And there isn’t a thing you could possibly do All these half-destroyed lives Aren’t as bad as they seem But now I see blood and I hear people scream Then I wake up And it’s just another bad dream . . .”

“Perfect nonsense goes on in the world. Sometimes there is no plausibility at all”

“The world is a dream, you say, and it’s lovely, sometimes. Sunset. Clouds. Sky.”“No. The image is a dream. The beauty is real. Can you see the difference?”

“I folded my arms. “I don’t usually do stakeouts.”“I thought it might be a nice change of pace for you. All that knocking down of doors and burning down of buildings must get tiring.”“I don’t always knock down doors,” I said. “Sometimes it’s a wall.”