Flow my tears, fall from your springs! Exiled forever let me mourn; Where night’s black bird her sad infamy sings, There let me live forlorn. - Philip K. Dick

Fully absorbed in the peculiar text he had become totally oblivious to the noises and movements around him; all that existed for him now was the printed page held motionless before his intense scrutiny.

In one of the most brilliant papers in the English language Hume made it clear that what we speak of as 'causality' is nothing more than the phenomenon of repetition. When we mix sulphur with saltpeter and charcoal we always get gunpowder. This is true of every event subsumed by a causal law — in other words, everything which can be called scientific knowledge. "It is custom which rules," Hume said, and in that one sentence undermined both science and philosophy.

Fear can make you do more wrong than hate or jealousy... fear makes you always, always hold something back.