
Fiction, "The Fifth Head of Cerberus", Orbit 10 (1972)
After reading a pamphlet denigrating Durga which was allegedly published by JNU students , as quoted in " 'I Am A Durga Worshipper,' Says Smriti Irani Amid Apology Demands http://www.ndtv.com/cheat-sheet/smriti-irani-must-apologise-or-house-wont-run-says-opposition-10-developments-1281440" NDTV (26 February 2016)
Fiction, "The Fifth Head of Cerberus", Orbit 10 (1972)
“The truth remains. I was, and am, disgusted with myself.”
Source: By the Time You Read This, I'll Be Dead
“I am a bookworm. For play, I bury myself in the corners of libraries and read.”
Other quotes, 2018
Original: (ja) 特に自分からコメントを常に発信したいなとは思ってないし、何よりも、自分がたくさんの方々に愛してもらってるのはすごく分かってるので…うん…あのー、何だろう? 特別自分から何かをしなくてもいいかなという風に思っています。
Source: Hanyu about his absence from social media in an interview https://www.olympicchannel.com/en/video/detail/yuzuru-hanyu-happy-to-say-nothing-at-all/ at the Olympics 2018, published 27 February 2018 on the Olympic Channel. (Retrieved 18 September 2020)
“I'm not close to people, I am close to myself. I spend a lot of time inside.”
Source: Black Coffee Blues
“I am very independent. I can look after myself but I still need a lot of love and care.”
As quoted in Wise Women : Wit and Wisdom from Some of the World’s Most Extraordinary Women (2013) by Carole McKenzie, p. 137
Letter 60, to Robert Trevelyan, 28 October 1905
Selected Letters (1983-1985)
Source: The Meaning of God in Human Experience (1912), Ch. XV : The Need of a God, p. 218.
Context: If I can reconcile myself to the certainty of death only by forgetting it, I am not happy. And if I can dispose of the fact of human misery about me only by shutting my thoughts as well as myself within my comfortable garden, I may assure myself that I am happy, but I am not. There is a skeleton in the closet of the universe, and I may at any moment be in the face of it. Happiness is inseparable from confidence in action; and confidence of action is inseparable from what the schoolmen called peace -- that is, poise of mind with reference to everything I may possibly encounter in the chances of fortune.
Now this perfect openness to experience is not possible if pain is the last word of pain. Unless there is something behind the fact of pain, some kind of mystery or problem in it whose solution shows the pain to be other than what it pretends, there is no happiness for man in this world or the next; for no matter how fair the world might in time become, the fact that it had been as bad as it is would remain an unbanishable misery, unbanishable by God or any other power.