“Thinking of a series of dreamsWhere the time and the tempo flyAnd there's no exit in any direction'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes”
“The next time you think that there's something that you "can't live without", wait for a week and then see if you're still alive or not”
“But I began then to think of time as having a shape, something you could see, like a series of liquid transparencies, one laid on top of another.”
“But death is stronger than that and when you cover your eyes you are the one who can't see the dark. The dark still sees you.”
“You leave nothing to assumption," Dory Maud says. "You swallow her with your eyes. I'm surprised there's any of her left for the rest of us to see.”
“September 1973, that's where this novel begins. That's the entrance. We'll just hope there's an exit. If there isn't one, there wouldn't be any point in writing anything.”