Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws.

You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living.

He does not need opium. He has the gift of reverie.

The same chemicals were used in the cooking as were used on the composition of her own being: only those which caused the most violent reaction, contradiction, and teasing, the refusal to answer questions but the love of putting them, and all the strong spices of human relationship which bore a relation to black pepper, paprika, soybean sauce, ketchup and red peppers.

I did not feel drawn to huxley. He was beautiful physically but again without vibrations or sensory antennae... and I had a painful impression of a psychic blindness. With all his science and knowledge, in the mystic world he blundered.

Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate. I hate murderously.

"We see the world as 'we' are, not as 'it' is; because it is the "I" behind the 'eye' that does the seeing."