The sheer volume of evidence for survival after death is so immense that to ignore it is like standing at the foot of Mount Everest and insisting that you cannot see the mountain.

Could it be that sexual perversion and romanticism sprang from the same longing for distant horizons?

I've always believed that a writer has got to remain an outsider.

The self-surmounter can never put up with the man who has ceased to be dissatisfied with himself.

If you asked me what is the basis of all my work, it's the feeling there's something basically wrong with human beings.

Phenomenology is not a philosophy; it is a philosophical method, a tool. It is like an adjustable spanner that can be used for dismantling a refrigerator or a car, or used for hammering in nails, or even for knocking somebody out.

I had never doubted my own abilities, but I was quite prepared to believe that "the world" would decline to recognize them.