"Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans… If reality differs from person to person, can we speak of reality singular, or shouldn’t we really be talking about plural realities? And if there are plural realities, are some more true (more real) than others? What about the world of a schizophrenic? Maybe it’s as real as our world. Maybe we cannot say that we are in touch with reality and he is not, but should instead say, His reality is so different from ours that he can’t explain his to us, and we can’t explain ours to him. The problem, then, is that if subjective worlds are experienced too differently, there occurs a breakdown in communication … and there is the real illness."
— Philip K. Dick
"That our minds can be so powerful as to lead us to imagine death as the great escape in one moment or as the worst punishment in another moment is brutal."
"8. I pick up the photographs. Dust huddles on the edge of my fingertips, a family of beloved smear. I blow them gone. I wonder is this always how love ends? In two dimensions. 9. An old woman, 10 minutes widowed sits in the odd quiet of being married but not. I was young until I was old. How do we stumble upon death? It wasn’t there before and suddenly we find it close as a nightstand’s edge in the dark. 10. I close the photo album, dim the lights, and let the joy of never feeling the same way twice open me like a novel."
— Alysia Harris