Quotes About Philosophy

Mysticism is the function of a mind looking for alternatives to reality.

I was asking if unwinding kills you, or if it leaves you alive somehow. C'mon—it's not like we haven't thought about it. (...) What do you think, Connor? asks Hayden. What hap­pens to your soul when you get unwound? Who says I even got one? For the sake of argument, let's say you do. Who says I want an argument?

Whether consciousness is implanted in us by something divine, or whether it is created by the efforts of our brains, the end result is the same. We are.

Lik the tree falling in the forest, says Ira. Huh? You know, the old question - if a tree falls in a forest and no one's there to hear it, does it really make a sound? Howie considers this. Is it a pine forest, or oak? What's the difference? Oak is a much denser wood; it's more likely to be heard by someone on the freeway next to the forest where no one is.

It's kind of like religion. It gives us comfort to believe we have defined something that is, by its very nature, indefinable. As to whether or not we've gotten it right, well, it's all a matter of faith.

If pennies become worthless, does that devalue our thoughts to less than nothing?

I can't destroy things so beautiful. Time will destroy them if you don't. Time destroys everything. But if you destroy them, it will mean something.

Do we exist because others perceive our existence, or is, indeed, our own affirmation enough?

If every part of you is alive but inside someone else . . . are you alive or are you dead?

We can't create what we don't understand, so until we understand what life is, how can we ever create it?

Everything has meaning, or nothing has meaning. Which world would you rather live in?

We are forever impaled upon our own wisdom.

Well, this place was not purgatory, Nirvana, or any sort of rebirth, and it occurred to Nick that regardless of what people believed, the universe had its own ideas.

Never ask how. At that moment, it felt like the wisest advice I had ever gotten.

Was this what life was like in the mortal age? Feeling the finality of one's own flesh at every turn? What a terrible way to exist.

Because believing in nothing is still believing in something—and only by reaching eternity will anyone know the truth of it all.

It's stupid to die because of a turd growing on your face." Connor has to smile. "Truer words were never spoken.

We became unnatural the moment we conquered death

Why must everyone always ask me what I believe in? Why must I believe in anything at all right now? Can't I just have some time to think about it first?

But if I do find it, and if I am able to travel to the very beginning of time, the ramifications are staggering. It could mean that I may very well be the Creator. I may, in fact, be God. How ironic, then, and how poetic, that humankind may have created the Creator out of want for one. Man creates God, who then creates man. Is that not the perfect circle of life? But then, if that turns out to be the case, who is created in whose image?

Nous sommes devenus contre nature à partir du moment où nous avons conquis la mort

You shall study history, the great philosophers, the sciences. You will come to understand the nature of life and what it means to be human before you are permanently charged with the taking of life. You will also study all forms of killcraft and become experts.

That's funny because if anyone actually did prove the existence of God we'd just tell him 'nice proof, Fraa Bly' and start believing in God.

Oh, Creator! Can monsters exist in the sight of him who alone knows how they were invented, how they invented themselves, and how they might not have invented themselves?