His meals were always punctual. Whether she cooked well or badly he did not know; it was a matter of total indifference to him. During his meals, which he ate at his writing desk, he was busy with important considerations. As a rule he would not have been able to say what precisely he had in his mouth. He reserved consciousness for real thoughts; they depend upon it; without consciousness, thoughts are unthinkable. Chewing and digestion happen of themselves.

When human consciousness stops fooling itself and looks at the situation straight on, it can't cope.

Horror is a situation, not a character, no matter how evil one may be.

There is grace for survival in any situation.

May you find the grace of triumph in any situation.

Any situation is new adventure.