“I hate that phrase "the real world." Why is an aircraft factory more real than a university? Is it?”
“I made it clear to the world that what Jade and I had found in each other was more real than any other world, more real than time, more real than death, more real, even, than she and I.”
“The supernatural world has always been more real to me than the real world.”
“Fear dries a man’s mouth, and hate strangles him. That’s why hate has no great literature: real fear and real hate have no words.”
“Why is this,” she asked, again in that dreamy tone, “so much more real than that? One’s night, one’s day, why is this so much more real? That I can’t forget the things from the day, and I can’t remember the things from the night?”
“Why is a picture of something real eventually more exciting than the thing itself?”