Variant: Reality is, you know, the tip of an iceberg of irrationality that we've managed to drag ourselves up onto for a few panting moments before we slip back into the sea of the unreal.
Referring to Treasurer Peter Costello, ABC Radio interview, March 5, 2007.
On how her experiences with sexual harassment influenced the song “Hungry Baby” on her solo album No Home Record in “Kim Gordon: 'There's a wall of faceless men I have to climb over'” https://www.theguardian.com/music/2019/oct/04/kim-gordon-theres-a-wall-of-faceless-men-i-have-to-climb-over in The Guardian (4 Oct 2019)
p 65, describing leopard seals off Antarctica
21 Yaks And A Speedo (2013)
The Pragmatics of Patriotism (1973)
Context: In this complex world, science, the scientific method, and the consequences of the scientific method are central to everything the human race is doing and to wherever we are going. If we blow ourselves up we will do it by misapplication of science; if we manage to keep from blowing ourselves up, it will be through intelligent application of science.
“Over the sea and far away
She's waiting like an iceberg
Waiting to change…”
"Other Side of the World".
Eye to the Telescope (2004)
Lynne Meadow — reported in Michael Sommers (May 26, 1996) "Nathan In The Fast Lane, From Broadway to `Birdcage' to hosting - the Tonys, 'Forum' star rules", The Star-Ledger, p. 12.
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As quoted in Revolution and Counter-Revolution in Spain (1963) by Felix Morrow
Van Paassen interview (1936)
Variant: No government in the world fights fascism to the death. When the bourgeoisie sees power slipping from its grasp, it has recourse to fascism to maintain itself.
Variant: We never sit anything out. We are cups, quietly and constantly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.
Source: Zen in the Art of Writing (1990) <!-- page 120 of the mass market paperback edition -->
Context: From now on I hope always to educate myself as best I can. But lacking this, in future I will relaxedly turn back to my secret mind to see what it has observed when I thought I was sitting this one out. We never sit anything out. We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out.
