"If I do not take the right path," said Arthur, with apparent patience, "then there is no reality in which I take it. There's only one--the one in which I take the right one. You're assigning realities to ideas, and it doesn't work like that."
Arthur was unimpressed by the toilet seat, because modern sculpture made of things pasted together bored him, and he turned to look closely at Fred's face. No, he didn't recognize her. "That's because the City isn't real."