“It's a reflex. Hear a bell, get food. See an undead, throw a knife. Same thing, really.”
Source: Magic Bites
The Idiot (1868–9)
“It's a reflex. Hear a bell, get food. See an undead, throw a knife. Same thing, really.”
Source: Magic Bites
"Life of Sir James Mackintosh" in Papers on Literature and Art (1846), p. 50.
“One does not throw out dirty water as long as one doesn't have any clean water.”
Statement about Hans Globke, as quoted in "In eigener Sache" at n-tv (8 June 2006) http://www.n-tv.de/politik/BND-ueberprueft-Eichmann-Infos-article184945.html
“Who is this man who's got the knife?”
Will, in Ch. 8 : The Tower of the Angels
His Dark Materials, The Subtle Knife (1997)
As translated by Ejvind Haas
Siddhartha (1922)
Context: When you throw a rock into the water, it will speed on the fastest course to the bottom of the water. This is how it is when Siddhartha has a goal, a resolution. Siddhartha does nothing, he waits, he thinks, he fasts, but he passes through the things of the world like a rock through water, without doing anything, without stirring; he is drawn, he lets himself fall. His goal attracts him, because he doesn't let anything enter his soul which might oppose the goal. This is what Siddhartha has learned among the Samanas. This is what fools call magic and of which they think it would be effected by means of the daemons. Nothing is effected by daemons, there are no daemons. Everyone can perform magic, everyone can reach his goals, if he is able to think, if he is able to wait, if he is able to fast.
The Tragic Sense of Life (1913), IX : Faith, Hope, and Charity
Context: Suffering is a spiritual thing. It is the most immediate revelation of consciousness, and it may be that our body was given us simply in order that suffering might be enabled to manifest itself. A man who had never known suffering, either in greater or less degree, would scarcely possess consciousness of himself. The child first cries at birth when the air, entering into his lungs and limiting him, seems to say to him: You have to breathe me in order to live!
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 129.
Source: The Way of Ecben (1929), Ch. 13 : What a Boy Thought
Context: At the gate of the garden, beside the lingham post which stood there in eternal erection, sat a boy who was diverting himself by whittling, with a small green-handled knife, a bit of cedar-wood into the quaint shaping which the post had. His hair was darkly red: and now, as he regarded Alfgar with brown and wide-set eyes, the face of this boy was humorously grave, and he nodded now, as the complacent artist nods who looks upon his advancing work and finds all to be near his wishes.