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.

That's what the world is like: people talk as if they knew everything, but ifyou dare to ask a question, they don't know anything.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

I had casually rented an apartment that cost $75 a month because I expected my writing to pay my way.

Written By A. E. van Vogt

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