during sleep the brain is literally acting like a computer's Web browser, incorporating new experience by sorting through different memory systems to form associations and connections that help us make sense of the world.
The upside-down world rewards in reverse: it scorns honesty, punishes work, prizes lack of scruples, and feeds cannibalism. Its professors slander nature: injustice, they say, is a law of nature.
All effective descriptive writing is fueled by character and is in the essence a form of interiorization. What is seen and described is purportedly not seen and described by the author, but rather through the eyes of the point-of-view character; thus everything that character sees must mirror what he or she is feeling. If you character is angry or upset, what he sees of, say, a room will be different than what he sees when feeling calm.
If any artist tells you 'I am a camera,' or 'I am mirror,' distrust him instantly, he's fooling you, pulling a fast one. Artists are people who are not at all interested in the facts--only in the truth. You get the facts from the outside. The truth you get from the inside.
Indeed, it is never safe to classify the souls of one's neighbors
The church rejects communism's slander that it is the opium of the people.
There’s a neural unity of virtue and vice—pleasure is our compass, no matter the path we take.
Religion has a history, and what counts as religion and what does not in any given context depends on different conﬁgurations of power and authority.
I am here. Those three words contain all that can be said--you begin with those words and you return to them.
Does fiction, in fact, have anything whatever to do with truth? Is it possible that this complicated instrument, fiction, studies nothing but itself—its own processes?