Time, like hope, is an illusion.
No hay banda! There is no band. Il n’est pas de orquestra! This is all a tape-recording. No hay banda! And yet, we hear a band. If we want to hear a clarinette, listen. … It’s all a tape. It is an illusion.
How often a man believes he’s met an angel or a devil, only to find it is all an illusion. The game of chess we play, we play only against ourselves.
There are no coincidences. Only the illusion of coincidence.[to Delia Surridge]
Just because there’s something on the ground doesn’t mean there’s anything beneath it.[to Paul]
Chicago ain’t s*** but Mississippi with tall buildings instead of plantations.[to Sammie]
