“[...]all men are writers, journalists scribbling within their skulls the narrative of what they see and hear[...]”

“Yes," said the skull. "Quit while you're a head, that's what I say.”

“...the proliferation of luminous fungi or iridescent crystals in deep caves where the torchlessly improvident hero needs to see is one of the most obvious intrusions of narrative causality into the physical universe.”

“A horse's skull always looks scary, even if someone has put lipstick on it.”

“Shoes, men, coffins; never accept the first one you see.”

“He'd heard that writers spent all day in their dressing gowns drinking champagne. This is, of course, absolutely true.”

“It's lies. It's all lies. Some of them are just prettier than others, that's all. People see what they think is there.”