Truth is a matter of direct apprehension-you can't climb a ladder of mental concepts to it.

What are stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?

Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?

Life is more complicated than we think, yet far simpler than anyone dares to imagine

Truth is what most contradicts itself.

There is no pain compared to that of loving a woman who makes her body accessible to one and yet who is incapable of delivering her true self -- because she does not know where to find it.

'We live' writes Pursewarden somewhere 'lives based upon selected fictions. Our view of reality is conditioned by our position in space and time — not by our personalities as we like to think. Thus every interpretation oа reality is based upon a unique position. Two paces east or west and the whole picture is changed.