“What is more terrifying-- the things we imagine or the things that are real?”

“The most terrifying thing is sometimes not what we see, but rather what we are forced to imagine.”

“You and me are real people, operating in a real world. We are not figments of each other’s imagination. I am the architect of my own self, my own character and destiny. It is no use whingeing about what I might have been, I am the things I have done and nothing more. We are all free, completely free. We can each do any damn thing we want. Which is more than most of us dare to imagine.”

“The things we hate about ourselves aren't more real than things we like about ourselves.”

“I can imagine nothing more terrifying than an Eternity filled with men who were all the same. The only thing which has made life bearable…has been the diversity of creatures on the surface of the globe.”

“What if all things in our imagination exist somewhere?" he said. "What if dreams are real?""It would be nice to have black wings," Emily admitted."But it would be our fears, too. Our worst nightmares. Perhaps the dark things are balanced by the sexual imagination, the nightmares tempered. The place of dreams, of suppressed consciousness, ceases to be merely the repository of the bad things we can't face, as we build, instead, a paradise, because we fuck.""There are Buddhist sects that say so. There are temples in Asia with very shocking carvings.”