But we were all feeling that bit shagged and fagged and fashed, it having been an evening of some small energy expenditure.

laws and conditions appropriate to a mechanical creation, against this I raise my sword-pen.

I don't write out of fear. I write out of a strong urge to meet death on its own eternal terms, because the fact is that if you write as little as a page of prose-even bad prose-that is eternal.

The important thing is moral choice. Evil has to exist along with good, in order that moral choice may operate. Life is sustained by the grinding opposition of moral entities.

I didn't think; I experimented.

Immortality makes sense only when the individual soul can be thought of as merging into a great collective mush of sainthood. If we take anything with us into the next world, it is not what survives in the memories of our relicts.

All art preserves mysteries which aesthetic philosophers tackle in vain.