His ambition was to insert his dreams into the world, and if they were the wrong dreams, then he would dream them in solitude.

- Steven Millhauser

Perhaps sound is only an insanity of silence, a mad gibber of empty space grown fearful of listening to itself and hearing nothing.

- Steven Millhauser

So imagine a fire going -- wood snapping the way it does when it’s a little green — the wind rattling the windows behind the curtains -- and one of t…

- Steven Millhauser

That afternoon he told me that the difference between human beings and animals was that human beings were able to dream while awake. He said the purp…

- Steven Millhauser

I’m pleased by anything in myself that strikes me as not myself.

- Steven Millhauser

But what struck me was the book-madness of the place--books lay scattered across the unmade bed and the top of a battered-looking desk, books stood i…

- Steven Millhauser

And again it snowed, and again the sun came out. In the mornings on the way to the station Franklin counted the new snowmen that had sprung up myster…

- Steven Millhauser

I saw that I was in danger of becoming ordinary, and I understood that from now on I would have to be vigilant.

- Steven Millhauser

We know nothing. Absolutely nothing.

- Steven Millhauser