Robert Anton Wilson Quotes

On the other hand, for the whole human being who wills, feels, and represents, external reality is given simultaneously and with as much certitude as his own self.

There is no other who experiences your thoughts or your feelings.

Experience, already reduced to a group of impressions, is ringed round for each one of us by that thick wall of personality through which no real voice has ever pierced on its way to us, or from us to that which we can only conjecture to be without.

The forms of my awareness are richer than yours.

No human being can really understand another, and no one can arrange another's happiness.

The world is not outside you.

You believe that you live in the world, where in fact the world lives within you.

If you hold a beautiful flower in your hand, you can write a whole book about it. However, you are still just you perceiving and experiencing it from your own point of view.

My strength and my weakness is that I see normally impersonal events vividly and personally.

The relationship between the imagined and the real is more complicated than people imagine.

How can one know anything at all about people?

I have many moods, and there is no objective reality. And I kind of live by that.

Truth makes on the ocean of nature no one track of light; every eye, looking on, finds its own.

I would not describe my personality. And I think when you describe people, you are making a mistake. That's not how they are; that's how you perceive them at that moment. It's limiting in front of something that is magnificent and unlimited: life.

Everybody that listens to something hears it differently from their own perspective. And you can't please everyone. Don't even try. Please yourself first and then try to please those people around you that you feel know what you're doing.

I'm concerned about the unknowability of other people.

To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven.

It just is nothing foreign to consciousness at all that could present itself to consciousness through the mediation of phenomena different from the liking itself; to like is intrinsically to be conscious.

Life is the movie you see through your own eyes. It makes little difference what's happening out there. It's how you take it that counts.

Obviously the facts are never just coming at you but are incorporated by an imagination that is formed by your previous experience. Memories of the past are not memories of facts but memories of your imaginings of the facts.

I don't know what other people are like, I haven't been able to crawl inside anybody else.

I believe in general in a dualism between facts and the ideas of those facts in human heads.

What we think about Paris is a part of how we feel about it. Our idea of Paris is our idea and we don't know that that's not necessarily the way it really is. It feels so real.

There's no reality except the one contained within us. That's why so many people live an unreal life. They take images outside them for reality and never allow the world within them to assert itself.

I'm not interested in observed reality.