When the human race learns to read the language of symbolism, a great veil will fall from the eyes of men.

With a wave of his hand, he had made the Earth a planet and set it spinning.

The world is spinning, turning day to night, and my thoughts are running at the speed of light.

We accept the reality of the world with which we’re presented. It’s as simple as that.

If you are confused, check with the sun. Carry a compass to help you along. Your feet are going to be on the ground. Your head is there to move you around.

One day the blood won’t flow so gladly. One day we’ll all get still. Get still.

To start by making the trade center disappear, though, seems a good way to begin.

I’ll take you down the only road I’ve ever been down.

I did not believe the information. I just had to trust imagination.

Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right.

Nobody said it was easy. No one ever said it would be so hard. I’m going back to the start.

Read it in the books, in the crannies and the nooks, there are books to read.

And there’s someone in my head but it’s not me.