“It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.”
“My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me. Inside me is the un-me”
“What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real.”
“My mother was teaching me that the inside of something was not necessarily its outside. Always look carefully, she told me. Look with more than your eyes.”
“It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,' he answered. 'Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer—but yours! How can I?”
“So books are real to me, too; they link me not just with other minds but with the vision of other minds, what those minds understand and see. I see their worlds as well as I see my own.”