The more real you get the more unreal the world gets.

What a strange world you must live in, inside your head.

The world is a very puzzling place. If you're not willing to be puzzled, you just become a replica of someone else's mind.

All of life and human relations have become so incomprehensibly complex that, when you think about it, it becomes terrifying and your heart stands still.

Your imagination needs to be broken in, I think, to become anywhere near as weird as the world.

In knowing the world we humanize it, and if, as we discover it, we are astonished at its dimensions and its complexity, we should be just as astonished that we have the brains to perceive it.

Your world frightens and confuses me.

For me the world is weird because it is stupendous, awesome, mysterious, unfathomable; my interest has been to convince you that you must assume responsibility for being here, in this marvelous world, in this marvelous desert, in this marvelous time. I want to convince you that you must learn to make every act count, since you are going to be here for only a short while, in fact, too short for witnessing all the marvels of it.

Yet as the world becomes more intelligible, it also becomes more mysterious - not, perhaps, in the sense of being problematic and baffling, but of being immeasurably grander, vaster, more complex, and, indeed, more imaginative than we had supposed.

The world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.

Many strange things happen in this world

So I feel that the experimental verdict is in: the world is weird, and we just have to learn to live with it.

This whole world is wild at heart and weird on top.

The world continues to dissolve
It’s sad how we just keep devolving
And the smaller it all goes
All the stranger it’s becoming