“Let’s talk.” I pinned Red to his chair with my stare. I did deranged quite well, when the occasion required.”

“I sat there for three hours and did not feel the time or the boredom of our talk and its foolish disconnection. As long as I could hear his voice, I was quite lost, quite blind, quite outside my own self.”

“When did I realize I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realized I was talking to myself.”

“It is wise to be silent when occasion requires, and better than to speak, though never so well.”

“When I talk about pictures in my mind I am talking, quite specifically, about images that shimmer around the edges.”

“So you think I need some discipline, well, I had my share. I have been sent to my room. I've been sat in a chair. I held my tongue. I didn't plug my ears. No, I got a good talking to. And now I don't know why, but I still try to smile when they talk at me like I'm just a child. Well, I'm not a child. No, I am much younger than that. And now I have read some books and have grown quite brave. If only I could just speak up I think I would say that there is no truth. There is only you and what you make the truth.”

“Certainly, Doctor. Let's talk about your chair. Victorian?”

“I'll fight when needed, revel when there's an occasion, mourn when there is grief and die if my time comes… But I will not let anyone use me against my will.”

“Let me tell you what I just heard. Talk, talk, talk, I. Talk, talk, talk, I. Well, what about me?”

“I stole some pins from the noticeboard
And pressed them into my hand
And they spelled 'why?'
Why did they spell 'why'?
Because there weren't enough pins for 'oblivion'.”