I don't think we are ready to die, any of us, not without being escorted.

The mode of consciousness of nonhuman species is quite different from human consciousness.

A book should be an axe to chop open the frozen sea inside us.

If there were a better, clearer, shorter way of saying what the fiction says, then why not scrap the fiction?

Our lies reveal as much about us as our truths

To the last we have learned nothing. In all of us, deep down, there seems to be something granite and unteachable. No one truly believes, despite the hysteria in the streets that the world of tranquil certainties we were born into is about to be extinguished.

Temperament is fixed, set. The skull, followed by the temperament: the two hardest parts of the body. Follow your temperament. It is not a philosophy, It is a rule, like the Rule of St Benedict.