The fantastic is always a break in the acknowledged order, an irruption of the inadmissible within the changeless everyday legality

The fantastic is always a break in the acknowledged order, an irruption of the inadmissible within the changeless everyday legality

I see the origin of the irresistible attraction of metaphor and analogy, the explanation of our strange and permanent need to find similarities in things. I can scarcely refrain from suspecting some ancient, diffused magnetism; a call from the center of things; a dim, almost lost memory, or perhaps a presentiment, pointless in so puny a being, of a universal syntax.

Clausius and Darwin cannot both be right.

We must train ourselves in courage and generosity.

In strongly opposing the world of play to that of reality, and in stressing that play is essentially a side activity, the interference is drawn that any contamination by ordinary life runs the risk of corrupting and destroying its very nature.

Dreams are deformed reflections of ourselves - less stable and more ungraspable than we are, upon which we in our turn assume the right to reflect upon and to determine.