Sometimes one must try anything, it is no disgrace. On the contrary, it is a sign of wisdom.

In my writing I even question the universe; I wonder out loud if it is real, and I wonder out loud if all of us are real.

Any system which says, This is a rotten world, wait for the next, give up, do nothing, succumb--that may be the basic Lie and if we participate in believing it and acting (or rather not acting) on it we involve ourselves in the Lie and suffer dreadfully... which only reinforces that particular Lie.

Giving me a a new idea is like handing a cretin a gun, but I do thank you anyhow, bang bang.

The inanity of her remark infuriated him. 'Good grief don't you understand Janet? At this point I'm thoroughly delusional. I'm as mentally ill as it's possible to be. It's incredible that I can communicate with you at all. It's a credit to my ego-strength that I'm not at this point totally autistic.

The Logos was both that which thought, and the thing which it thought: thinker and thought together. The universe, then, is thinker and thought, and since we are part of it, we as humans are, in the final analysis, thoughts of and thinkers of those thoughts.

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.