We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.
The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must hold to this illusion even when he knows it is not true.
The task of the real intellectual consists of analyzing illusions in order to discover their causes.
Reality even when it is sad is better than illusions. Illusions are at the mercy of any winds that blow. Real happiness must come from within, from a fixed purpose and faith in one’s fellow men.
In England such concepts as justice, liberty and objective truth are still believed in. They may be illusions, but they are very powerful illusions.
Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.
I have no illusions concerning the precarious status of my tales, and do not expect to become a serious competitor of my favourite weird authors.