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What will the creature made all of seadrift do on the dry sand of daylight; what will the mind do, each morning, waking?
The only solid partitions left were inside the head.
To let understanding stop at what cannot be understood is a high attainment. Those who cannot do it will be destroyed on the lathe of heaven.
now it rained ceaselessly, steadily, tepidly. It was like living in a downpour of warm soup, forever.
Orr had a tendency to assume that people knew what they were doing, perhaps because he generally assumed that he did not.
He thought, I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep.
He was a poor damn crazy psycho on drugs, he would like her.
there was no use learning anything if it was of no use.
a lot of sound and fury signifying timidity.
Of course, Haber thought, a man who saw a miracle would reject his eyes’ witness, if those with him saw nothing.
‘The mystery of the individual is strongest in sleep,’
“To a better world!” Dr. Haber said, raising his glass to his creation,
isn’t that man’s very purpose on earth – to do things, change things, run things, make a better world?”
I don’t know if our life has a purpose and I don’t see that it matters. What does matter is that we’re a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.”
The end justifies the means. But what if there never is an end? All we have is means.
He had grown up in a country run by politicians who sent the pilots to man the bombers to kill the babies to make the world safe for children to grow up in.
The dream is the aquarium of Night.
so now she’d have heartburn. On top of pique, umbrage, and ennui. Oh, the French diseases of the soul.
a quiet man living quietly.
Old hippies never die.
Life is the most incredible mess, Heather thought. You never can guess what’s next.
he had to tell them what he felt so that he knew if he felt anything.
Layer after layer might peel off the onion and yet nothing be revealed but more onion.
The quality of the will to power is, precisely, growth. Achievement is its cancellation. To be, the will to power must increase with each fulfillment, making the fulfillment only a step to a further one. The vaster the power gained, the vaster the appetite for more.
Nothing remains the same from one moment to the next, you can’t step into the same river twice.
It doesn’t make any difference if his end is good; means are all we’ve got
Praise God from whom all blessings flow, including good-natured men.
Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; re-made all the time, made new.
“To sleep, perchance to dream; aye, there’s the rub,”
A man can endure the entire weight of the universe for eighty years. It is unreality that he cannot bear.
