That’s the thing with reality, he said, you can’t repeat it to order, you can’t correct it. Perhaps we should read more books.
When I really feel like dancing, I want someone who knows how to lead.
Fear is the possibility of freedom.
If it’s reality you want, I suggest you look out the window.
Dust was time in material form, Hubert could no longer remember who had said it, or where he had read it. At any rate, a lot of time seemed to have collected in his studio, because there was a thin, almost transparent layer of dust over everything.