The founders of quantum mechanics – Dirac, Pauli, Heisenberg – had nothing to guide them but an intuition about how the world should be.
He’d not have thought the value of the smallest thing predicated on the world to come.
And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you?
It was the theory of the week. For about a year.
Do you carry a gun? No. I own one. You think I should carry it? Statistically it will shorten your life, not lengthen it. The unpleasant truth is that if someone is trying to kill you there is not a whole lot you can do about it. Your only real safety would be in disappearing. And even with that there are no guarantees.
You think that you can create a history of what has been. Present artifacts. A clutch of letters. A sachet in a dressing table drawer. But that’s not what’s at the heart of the tale. The problem is that what drives the tale will not survive the tale.
Were there darker provinces of night he would have found them.
If you had to say something definitive about the world in a single sentence what would that sentence be? It would be this: The world has created no living thing that it does not intend to destroy.
The old man remembered it now with dim regret, and remembered such nights when the air was warm as a breath and the moon no dead thing.
If there was a heaven, was it nor founded upon the writhing bodies of the damned?
That the deep foundation of the world be considered where it has its being in the sorrow of her creatures.
My guess is that you can only be so happy. While there seems to be no floor to sorrow. Each deeper misery being a state heretofore unimagined. Each suggestive of worse to come.
Contemplating death is supposed to have a certain philosophical value. Palliative even. Trivial to say, but the best way to die well is to live well. To die for another would give your death meaning. Ignoring for the time being the fact that the other is going to die anyway.
I’m not by myself. I’m schizophrenic.
What the Squire has never understood is that forgiveness has a time limit. While it’s never too late for revenge.
Do you think it would be easier to treat someone who was delusional or someone who only believed that she was?
The more noise you make the more likely you are to be eaten. If you’ve no way to escape you keep silent. If birds couldnt fly they wouldnt sing. When you’re defenseless you keep your opinions to yourself.
The next great war wont arrive until everyone who remembers the last one is dead.
What are you going to do? Go to sleep. I mean long range. I’m talking long range.
Han ville ikke ha trodd at selv den minste tings verdi var avhengig av en fremtidig verden. Det forbauset ham. At plassen disse tingene opptok var en forventning i seg selv.