Who rules our symbols, rules us.

If words are not things, or maps are not the actual territory, then, obviously, the only possible link between the objective world and the linguistic world is found in structure, and structure alone.

The map is not the territory.

Man's achievements rest upon the use of symbols.... we must consider ourselves as a symbolic, semantic class of life, and those who rule the symbols, rule us.

To use words to sense reality is like going with a lamp to search for darkness.

There are two ways to slice easily thorugh life; to believe everything or to doubt everything. Both ways save us from thinking.

Words don't mean, people mean.

The map is not the territory... The only usefulness of a map depends on similarity of structure between the empirical world and the map.

A person does what he does because he sees the world as he sees it.

If a psychiatric and scientific inquiry were to be made upon our rulers, mankind would be appalled at the disclosures.

I am the same kind of moron as the rest of you, it's the method that does the work, for me as well as for you.

Determination itself, offers us many ways in achieving than resting on bed with lazy thoughts.

It was a fantastic feeling, but it left me restless because the most important thing in it was the longing, for what was going to be, not for what I did or had done.

Hit it hard, go find it and hit it hard again.

At this point in time the war [ WWII] is close enough to still feel hotly personal to a writer, yet far enough away so that jingoism and heroics are no longer required.

Nice, the club where I started my career in 1983, want me to see out my playing days there.

But oh! shipmates! on the starboard hand of every woe, there is a sure delight; and higher the top of that delight, than the bottom of the woe is deep.

Like the fact that the person Sirius cared for the most about in the world was you," said Dumbledore quietly.

History is written by the victors--and when there is no victors, it all winds up in the corporate shredders.

Ladies with curly hair / Have time to spare.

Oh the thumb-sucker's thumb May look wrinkled and wet And withered, and white as the snow, But the taste of a thumb Is the sweetest taste yet (As only we thumb-sucker's know).