I think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves.
In a way she actually preferred Peter to other people because of this. He always acted out of intelligent self-interest.
I don't believe that there are aliens. I believe there are really different people.
Of course, I also hear from critics who detest what I do, and while sometimes I feel rather proud of having made various the loathsome people or groups angry, at other times I wonder why I put up with such grief.
To me, the truth is what actually happened. Yet it is impossible to know anything approaching the whole truth about past events. Even the people living them could not possibly understand. That truth is always out of reach.
A dreamer, a good man, a kind man who cared less for his plan than for the people in it.
You are not what you seem. So many people have said that that I'm beginning to think that's precisely how I do seem. What is it I seem to be that you have now discovered that I'm not?
People's beliefs don't exist in isolation. Everyone's firmly held beliefs exert an enormous pressure on everyone else.
You looked so intense. Whatever you were saying, you seemed to mean it, and it wasn't amusing at all. Started quite a fashion. People keep looking for purpose now. Complicates everything.
I'm passing through the world invisibly. Even when people see or speak to me it's as if I didn't exist, as if I had no right to exist. I tread across their lands and they don't see me. I act and act and act and nothing makes any difference in the world. But they touch me.
There's some people who do things so bad it tears the fabric of the world, and then there's some people so sweet and good that they can feel it when the world gets torn. They see things, they know things, only they're so good and pure that they don't understand what it is that they're seeing.
You are exactly what you seem, and so you always assume that other people are, too.
Home is where the people who live there need me to come home to them, and worry about me when I'm gone. There's no such place on this earth, no matter how far I drive.
What's so wrong with feeling sorry for myself? Better that than trying to get other people to feel sorry for me.
Whenever I hear you saying, rise and shine, rise and shine, it makes me think how lucky dead people are!