Oh. I see. People don't want to see what can't possibly exist.

It's lies. It's all lies. Some of them are just prettier than others, that's all. People see what they think is there.

Or -- and this she knew was a far more accurate way of looking at it -- the book was true and reality was lying.

My personal theory is that he has a very firm grasp upon reality, it's simply not a reality the rest of us have ever met before.

I REMEMBER WHEN ALL THIS WILL BE AGAIN.

He was, of course, mad. He’d occasionally suspected this. But he took the view that madness should not be wasted. He dined daily on the food of the gods, drank the rarest vintages, ate fruits that were not only out of season but out of reality. Having to drink the occasional mouthful of brackish water and chew the odd lizard leg for medicinal purposes was a small price to pay.

Your eyes are not in possession of all the facts!

Reality so often fails when it comes to small, satisfying details, she thought.

Just because something is a metaphor doesn't mean it can't be real.