There was Art, and there was survival, and sometimes they were mutually exclusive. - Harlan Ellison

There are forces in the world today, Mr. Winsocki, that are invisibly working to make us all carbon copies of one another. Forces that crush us into molds of each other. You walk down the street and never see anyone’s face, really. You sit faceless in a movie, or hidden from sight in a dreary living room watching television. When you pay bills, or car fares or talk to people, they see the job they’re doing, but never you.

The minute people fall in love they become liars.

You’re so far out you’d have to masquerade to get back in.