One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is that things are what they are, and will be what they will be.
One must have the courage to face reality. Without that courage, life is meaningless.
Nothing really known can continue to be acutely fascinating.
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.
Non-Euclidean calculus and quantum physics are enough to stretch any brain; and when one mixes them with folklore, and tries to trace a strange background of multi-dimensional reality behind the ghoulish hints of the Gothic tales and the wild whispers of the chimney-corner, one can hardly expect to be wholly free from mental tension.
No persons or events mentioned in this book should be confused with real persons or events. Reality is far too strange for that.
No one ever is defeated until defeat has been accepted as a reality.
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.
Memories and possibilities are ever more hideous than realities.
Man, alone, has the power to transform his thoughts into physical reality; man, alone, can dream and make his dreams come true.
Like the physical, the psychical is not necessarily in reality what it appears to us to be.[Wie das Physische, so braucht auch das Psychische nicht in Wirklichkeit so zu sein, wie es uns erscheint.]
JUST BECAUSE SOMETHING IS A METAPHOR DOESN’T MEAN IT CAN’T BE REAL.
