Sleep Is An Eight-hour Peep Show Of

Fiction Is A Branch Of Neurology

The Catastrophe Story, Whoever May Tell It, Represents A Constructive And Positive Act By The Imagination Rather Than A Negative One, An Attempt To Confront The Terrifying Void Of A Patently Meaningless Universe By Challenging It At Its Own Game. [. . .] Each One Of These Fantasies Represents An Arraignment Of The Finite, An Attempt To Dismantle The Formal Structure Of Time And Space Which The Universe Wraps Around Us At The Moment We First Achieve Consciousness.

I Felt The Pressure Of Imagination Against The Doors Of My Mind Was So Great That They Were Going To Burst.

If You Can Smell Garlic, Everything Is All Right.

I Believe In The Power Of The Imagination To Remake The World, To Release The Truth Within Us, To Hold Back The Night, To Transcend Death, To Charm Motorways, To Ingratiate Ourselves With Birds, To Enlist The Confidences Of Madmen.