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

“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.”

“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.”

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

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

“I've no need of reasons. The doing's enough.'Well said for once, the girl thought. The doing was everything.”