We must endure our thoughts all night, until the bright obvious stands motionless in the cold.
How has the human spirit ever survived the terrific literature with which it has had to contend?
It is the belief and not the god that counts.
Metaphor creates a new reality from which the original appears to be unreal.
Reality is a cliché from which we escape by metaphor.
To live in the world but outside of existing conceptions of it.