Belief in the traditional sense, or certitude, or dogma, amounts to the grandiose delusion, "My current model" -- or grid, or map, or reality-tunnel -- "contains the whole universe and will never need to be revised." In terms of the history of science and knowledge in general, this appears absurd and arrogant to me, and I am perpetually astonished that so many people still manage to live with such a medieval attitude.

The rapists of the intellectual world become politicians; the seducers become artists.

I'm using myself as a typical 20th century model as I'm trying to make sense out of the world around me.

In conlusion, there is no conclusion. Things will go on as they always have, getting weirder all the time.

A disciple is an asshole looking for a human being to attach itself to.

I don't believe anything, but I have many suspicions.

We are all giants, raised by pygmies, who have learned to walk with a perpetual mental crouch.