“Did you know we know we are all the object of another's imagination?”

“From where inspiration comes, I don’t know. But that we seek fulfillment in a companion suggests we desire an object onto which we may project our gratitude. Many of these objects do not transcend the imagination . . . nor do they need to.”

“What did I know of your fantasies? Why do we know so little about the fantasies of our parents? What do we know of somebody if we know nothing of the images passed to him by his imagination?”

“We imagined we knew everything the other thought, even when we did not necessarily want to know it, but in fact, I have come to see, we knew not the smallest fraction of what there was to know.”

“Imagine if we were capable of a form of empathy that lets us know one another by savoring the aura we leave on the things we have touched. We would go to a dump to get drunk on one another's souls.”

“At least we know we tend to be afraid. If you object to my plural noun, I'll retract it.”