“I’m not crazy about reality, but it’s still the only place to get a decent meal.”

“I hate reality but it's still the best place to get a good steak.”

“God seems to have a kind of laid-back management style I’m not crazy about.”

“Going to work just looked crazy. Eating another meal, ever, made about as much sense as planting tulip bulbs in the shadow of a falling atom bomb.”

“My friends are gone and my hair is grey.
I ache in places I used to play.
And I’m crazy for love but I’m not coming on.
I’m just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.”

“All right. I’m not opposed to reality imitating art if it doesn’t get in the way.”

“There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.”

“I’m lost. I know every step I took to get here, and I’m still lost.”

“It was impossible to get a decent meal, or even snack, anywhere, burned flapjacks and vulcanized steaks being as appetizing as things got. It also quickly became evident — horribly evident — that no one in the city knew how to make coffee, as if there were some sort of stultified consensus, or even city ordinance, about never waking up.”

“If you get the inside right, the outside will fall into place. Primary reality is within; secondary reality without.”