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.
There are no coincidences. Only the illusion of coincidence.[to Delia Surridge]