If sub specie aeternitatis [from eternity's point of view] there is no reason to believe that anything matters, then that does not matter either, and we can approach our absurd lives with irony instead of heroism or despair.

Each of our lives is a part of the lengthy process of the universe gradually waking up and becoming aware of itself.

Absurdity is one of the most human things about us: a manifestation of our most advanced and interesting characteristics.

Without consciousness the mind-body problem would be much less interesting. With consciousness it seems hopeless.

I conceive ethics as a branch of psychology.

The point is... to live one's life in the full complexity of what one is, which is something much darker, more contradictory, more of a maelstrom of impulses and passions, of cruelty, ecstacy, and madness, than is apparent to the civilized being who glides on the surface and fits smoothly into the world.

It isn't just that I don't believe in God, and naturally, hope there is no God. I don't want there to be a God; I don't want the universe to be like that.