- Narrator: And now, my toes remind me I'm still here... sticking out a hole in the blanket. Day after day, without realizing I've slipped one toe more than the day before. Tomorrow, it'll be my whole foot, then, my leg, and soon, my entire body. I feel I must leave this life before the rip becomes a noose.
- Narrator: Solitude is my castle. That's where I have my chair, my table, my bed, my breeze and my sun. When I sit anywhere but in my solitude. I sit in exile. I sit in Fakeland. Because I dream, I'm not.
- Narrator: The tamer believes that images and words must mingle with the ashes of verses to be reborn in the imaginations of men. You have to dream,
- Narrator: I don't try to remember what happens in a book. All I ask of a book is to give me energy and courage, to tell me that there is more life than I can take, to remind me of the need to act.
- Narrator: All I could think of was a wonderful scene in a movie. And as always, I was a spectator of my own life.
- Narrator: A peddler shouts in the void. There's enough blood this morning to stain a hundred pages and enough people to buy them to appease their rage.