A Murderer Was A Worthy Companion.

Gradually, At Various Points In Our Childhoods, We Discover Different Forms Of Conviction. There's The Rock-hard Certainty Of Personal Experience ("i Put My Finger In The Fire And It Hurt,"), Which Is Probably The Earliest Kind We Learn. Then There's The Logically Convincing, Which We Probably Come To First Through Maths, In The Context Of Pythagoras's Theorem Or Something Similar, And Which, If We First Encounter It At Exactly The Right Moment, Bursts On Our Minds Like Sunrise With The Whole Universe Playing A Great Chord Of C Major.

My Only Real Claim To Anyone's Attention Lies In My Writing

That's The Duty Of The Old, To Be Anxious On Behalf Of The Young. And The Duty Of The Young Is To Scorn The Anxiety Of The Old.

I Have Stolen Ideas From Every Book I Have Ever Read.

Religion Grants Its Adherents Malign, Intoxicating And Morally Corrosive Sensations. Destroying Intellectual Freedom Is Always Evil, But Only Religion Makes Doing Evil Feel Quite So Good.