Everything means nothing that is the only truth.

The book trade invented literary prizes to stimulate sales, not to reward merit.

Arthuriana has become a genre in itself, more like TV soap opera where people think they know the characters. All that's fair enough, but it does remove the mythic power of the feminine and masculine principles. So I prefer it in its original form, even if you have to wade through Mallory's 'Le Morte d'Arthur' - people smashing people for pages and pages! It still has the resonances of myth about it, which makes it work for me. I don't want to know if Mordred led an unhappy childhood or not.

It is only about things which concern us most profoundly that we lie clearly and with profound conviction.

It's getting late. I must return to my ship or my men will think I've drowned and be celebrating.

Trapped. Sinking. Can't be myself. Made into what other people expect. Is that everyone's fate? Were the great individualists the products of their friends who wanted a great individualist as a friend?

It is almost impossible to have a baseless snobbish opinion of the General Theory of Relativity.