“I've found that the less stuff I own, the less my stuff owns me.”
“The stuff I own will no longer own me.”
“I've started to have dreams while I'm awake. I remember music I've never heard... I've got all this extra stuff in my head, but I'm forgetting things from my own life. I feel like I'm being taken over.”
“What is it we recognize? The soul is a mysterious thing. It's no less mysterious for me, though I've seen my own and others' refracted through hundreds of bodies over time.”
“All right, boy, skewer me. I've dropped my defenses, I'm an easy victim. Why, by nowYour arrows practically know their own way to the target And feel less at home in their quiver than in me.”
“Reading always calmed me down: filling my head with other - made up - people's problems and conflicts made my own seem less terrible, less real.”