Nothing is insoluble. Nothing is hopeless. Not while there's life.

Because our entire universe is made up of consciousness, we never really experience the universe directly we just experience our consciousness of the universe, our perception of it, so right, our only universe is perception.

Knowledge, like air, is vital to life. Like air, no one should be denied it.

In the sixties, for anybody to suggest that the government didn't have our best interests at heart and policemen sometimes killed people would have automatically made them a radical firebrand lefty. That's not the case anymore.

Material existence is entirely founded on a phantom realm of mind, whose nature and geography are unexplored.

Yes, of course, the whole idea is utterly inane, but to let its predictable inanities blind you to its truly fabulous and breathtaking aspects is to do both oneself and the genre a disservice.

We have laboured long to build a heaven, only to find it populated with horrors.