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There Are No Hard Distinctions Between What Is Real And What Is Unreal, Nor Between What Is True And What Is False. A Thing Is Not Necessarily Either True Or False; It Can Be Both True And False.

There's A Tradition In British Intellectual Life Of Mocking Any Non-political Force That Gets Involved In Politics, Especially Within The Sphere Of The Arts And The Theatre.

How Can The Unknown Merit Reverence? In Other Words How Can You Revere That Of Which You Are Ignorant? At The Same Time, It Would Be Ridiculous To Propose That What We Know Merits Reverence. What We Know Merits Any One Of A Number Of Things, But It Stands To Reason Reverence Isn't One Of Them. In Other Words, Apart From The Known And The Unknown, What Else Is There?

Nothing Is More Sterile Or Lamentable Than The Man Content To Live Within Himself.

I Think We Communicate Only Too Well, In Our Silence, In What Is Unsaid, And That What Takes Place Is A Continual Evasion, Desperate Rearguard Attempts To Keep Ourselves To Ourselves. Communication Is Too Alarming. To Enter Into Someone Else's Life Is Too Frightening. To Disclose To Others The Poverty Within Us Is Too Fearsome A Possibility.