The horror no less than the charm of real life consists precisely in the recurrent actualization of the inconceivable
Aldous HuxleySons have always a rebellious wish to be disillusioned by that which charmed their fathers.
Aldous HuxleyAfter all, what is reading but a vice, like drink or venery or any other form of excessive self-indulgence? One reads to tickle and amuse one's mind; one reads, above all, to prevent oneself thinking.
Aldous HuxleyI ate civilization. It poisoned me; I was defiled. And then," he added in a lower tone, "I ate my own wickedness.
Aldous Huxley