Quotes About Existence

Life's essential length is only a few pages long, as succinct as a line of verse and as brief as the title of a poem.

To the as-yet-unborn, to all innocent wisps of undifferentiated nothingness: Watch out for life.

How complicated and unpredictable the machinery of life really is.

What is the purpose of life?...To be the eyes and ears and conscience of the Creator of the Universe, you fool!

We might have been - these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life's bewailing.

Surrealism is anathema for me. Because the surrealists made a joke of everything. And I consider life a tragedy.

Consciousness in the individual is that area where the totality of life is located.

If we had the power over the ends of the earth, it would not give us that fulfillment of existence which a quiet devoted relationship to nearby life can give us.

Faith is the sense of life, that sense by virtue of which man does not destroy himself, but continues to live on. It is the force whereby we live.

Life is a predicament which precedes death.

Death? Why this fuss about death? Use your imagination, try to visualize a world without death! Death is the essential condition of life, not an evil.

After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.

The truest treasure is a soul who believes in its own existence

I don't exist without writing.

No science fiction or fantasy is going to help me. I live in a too-real world.

The world turns. And it turns. And it moves and you don't. You're still here.

The essence of a thing is found only in its absence.

Their ganna live, until they die.

But without the judgment of my left brain saying that I am a solid, my perception of myself returned to this natural state of fluidity. Clearly, we are each trillions upon trillions of particles in soft vibration. We exist as fluid-filled sacs in a fluid world

For all those years of my life, I really had been a figment of my own imagination.

If God wasn't mightily amused by our humanness, I figure he'd have wiped us out a long time ago.

Simulmatics died. The fantasy of predicting human behavior by way of machines did not. Instead, it took new forms, forms that depended on forgetting that Simulmatics had ever existed.

Simulacra and Simulation, a metatext about the meaningless "hell of simulation.

God is ever present. He's in every breath, in every step. He's here, always, always.