Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.

We are all hunting for rational reasons for believing in the absurd.

'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.

I don’t believe one reads to escape reality. A person reads to confirm a reality he knows is there, but which he has not experienced.

They flower spontaneously out of the demands of our natures - and the best of them lead us not only outward in space, but inward as well.

after all the work of the philosophers on his soul and the doctors on his body, what can we really say we know about a man? That he is, when all is said and done, just a passage for liquids and solids, a pipe of flesh.

Our inventions mirror our secret wishes.