reality

We are more than the person who wakes each day. We are the dreams of the previous night and the nightmares of the week before.

Nothing like being in a dream, then waking up to a nightmare.

There is a leap of faith with any conclusion the mind can conceive.

Science and religion both make claims about the fundamental workings of the universe. Although these claims are not a priori incompatible (we could imagine being brought to religious belief through scientific investigation), I will argue that in practice they diverge. If we believe that the methods of science can be used to discriminate between fundamental pictures of reality, we are led to a strictly materialist conception of the universe. While the details of modern cosmology are not a necessary part of this argument, they provide interesting clues as to how an ultimate picture may be constructed.

The definition of a professional is one who does a job well even when they don't like it.

Lord, What a terrible shame. You're so attractive!'I know, I want to tell her. It should have happened to someone really ugly. And then it wouldn't have mattered.

When you try hard to get something, but you gain nothing, this is what's called depression.

Words are a powerful aphrodisiac. They have the ability to awaken emotion, to excite the minds and senses. The right words entice, creep and crawl along the skin like the sensuous touch of a skilled lover. THAT my friends, is truly magical indeed...

This was a cruel world she had been born into, all pink and squirming. She'd never wanted to see reality. Now, like the cold, it was impossible to ignore.

Enjoy what you have this moment. Don't wait around for something that might not happen.

Human beings not only can't bear too much reality, we flee from reality when someone doesn't force us close enough to the fire to feel the heat on our faces.

Being interested in doing undone things means you have the wish to have them done. But being powerful and filled with passion tells that you have the will to actualize them!

Until I have learned how to express myself as a human, I will not consider speaking as a god.

A ruler must learn to persuade and not to compel... he must lay the best coffee hearth to attract the finest men... a good ruler has to learn his world's language... it's different for every world... the language of the rocks and growing things... the language you don't hear just with your ears... the Mystery of Life... not a problem to solve, but a reality to experience... Understanding must move with the flow of the process.

Or maybe I am justoutside enough,being the footstool observing from the corner,that I have a view of reality.

Writing _ is an addiction, an illusory release, a presumptuous taming of reality, a way of expressing lightly the unbearable. That we age and leave behind this litter of dead, unrecoverable selves is both unbearable and the commonest thing in the world _ it happens to everybody. In the morning light one can write breezily, without the slight acceleration of one__ pulse, about what one cannot contemplate in the dark without turning in panic to God. In the dark one truly feels that immense sliding, that turning of the vast earth into darkness and eternal cold, taking with it all the furniture and scenery, and the bright distractions and warm touches, of our lives. Even the barest earthly facts are unbearably heavy, weighted as they are with our personal death. Writing, in making the world light _ in codifying, distorting, prettifying, verbalizing it _ approaches blasphemy.

The most brutal avenger on earth is a reality you ignored, however minor.

Authors must spend months, years making fantasy believable in a single work while reality runs rampant and complete chaos elsewhere.