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.
Reality, Books
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.
Time
Fear is the possibility of freedom.
Freedom, Fear
If it’s reality you want, I suggest you look out the window.
Reality