“Now they were regaining consciousness– were being treated to a cruel and lovely illusion.”

“But people didn't have to pay as much attention to the awful truth. As the living legend of the cruel tyrant in the city and the gentle holy man in the jungle grew, so, too, did the happiness of the people grow. They were all employed full time as actors in a play they understood, that any human being anywhere could understand and applaud.”

“You were sick, but now you are well, and there is work to be done.”

“When food came in, the human beings were quiet and trusting and beautiful. They shared.”

“You were sick, but now you're well again, and there's work to do.”

“The only way I can regain credit for my early work is to die.”

“The book was Maniacs in the Fourth Dimension, by Kilgore Trout. It was about people whose mental diseases couldn't be treated because the causes of the diseases were all in the fourth dimension, and three-dimensional Earthling doctors couldn't see those causes at all, or even imagine them.”