The very definition of the real becomes: that of which it is possible to give an equivalent reproduction... The real is not only what can be reproduced, but that which is always already reproduced.

I'm not a believer, I'm a knower.

How often do we tell our own life story? How often do we adjust, embellish, make sly cuts? And the longer life goes on, the fewer are those around to challenge our account, to remind us that our life is not our life, merely the story we have told about our life.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

时间阻止了一切同时发生。