Author of quotes: Alfred Bester

... they go to the time they invented. Nathan Riley has his own idea of what early twentieth century America looked like. This picture is flawed and full of anachronisms because he is not a scientist. But for him, it's real. He can live there. It's the same with the others.
Carpenter bulged his eyes.
- This concept is almost impossible to grasp. These people have discovered how to turn a dream into a reality. They know how to get into the world of a dream come true. They can live there. God, this is your American Dream, Carpenter. It's a miracle, immortality, an almost divine act of creation... This must be mastered. This needs to be explored. This must be said to the whole world.

I'm an artist, thought Digby Finchley, and the artist is the Creator. To create is to be godlike, that would be me. I am God in my world and nothing will do everything, and my all will be fine.

- I suggest that each of you his dearest wish.
- What is it?
New feelings... a Lot of new sensations...
- What kind of new sensations?
For example, a sense of reality.
- Perhaps this is someone's cherished desire, laughed Braff.
- It will be because I offer you five different realities - realities that you can create each for himself. I offer you worlds you had created. For example, Mrs. Peel can be happy in my world after killing her husband, however, Mr. Peel can keep the wife in his. Mr. Braff I suggest the dream world of the writer, and Mr. Finchley dreams artist...
Are dreams and dreams - cheap, - said Theon. - We see them so.
But sooner or later you Wake up and pay bitter price, are conscious of it. I suggest you Wake up from the present to the future reality that you will be able to create your desires into a reality that will never end.

Through the haze of years, all the times except his own seem Golden and majestic. The future we crave, we yearn for the past and do not realize that there is no choice... What a day today, good or bad, bitter, heavy, or good, calm or anxious, the only day for us.

We only remember the past; we know it when we meet. The thought goes back, but time goes forward, and all goodbyes are forever.