What A Writer Wants To Do Is

If I Were Asked To Name The Chief Event In My Life, I Should Say My Father's Library.

You Have Wakened Not Out Of Sleep, But Into A Prior Dream, And That Dream Lies Within Another, And So On, To Infinity, Which Is The Number Of Grains Of Sand. The Path That You Are To Take Is Endless, And You Will Die Before You Have Truly Awakened.

All Theories Are Legitimate, No Matter. What Matters Is What You Do With Them.

It's A Shame That We Have To Choose Between Two Such Second-rate Countries As The Ussr And The Usa.

I Suppose Identity Depends On Memory. And If My Memory Is Blotted Out, Then I Wonder If I Exist - I Mean, If I Am The Same Person. Of Course, I Don't Have To Solve That Problem. It's Up To God, If Any.