Charles Stross Quotes

The tree of nonsense is watered with error, and from its branches swing the pumpkins of disaster.

How'd you like to gaze at a beer can throughout eternity? It might not be so bad. There'd be nothing to fear.

Don't be too hard on me. Everyone has to sacrifice at the altar of stupidity from time to time.

Meaninglessness takes hold because meaninglessness is addictive.

The music is the void. And you're the reason why.

Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.

There was emptiness more profound than the void between the stars, for which there was no here and there and before and after, and yet out of that void the entire plenum of existence sprang forth.

Hell is more bearable than nothingness.

A book may be very amusing with numerous errors, or it may be very dull without a single absurdity.

Is it possible that existence is our exile and nothingness our home?

There's a kind of emptiness at the center of life ... nothing to form your life on, or by.

Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.

There's nothing at the center of what we do...No center. It doesn't exist. All of us-look at our lives: We have an acceptable level of affluence. We have entertainment. We have a relative freedom from fear. But there's nothing else.

Nothing is more real than nothing.

To be bitter is to attribute intent and personality to the formless, infinite, unchanging and unchangeable void. We drift on a chartless, resistless sea. Let us sing when we can, and forget the rest.

I stick my finger into existence and it smells of nothing.

Man ought always to have something that he prefers to life; otherwise life itself will seem to him tiresome and void.

Nothingness lies coiled in the heart of being - like a worm.

It as true that normal people couldn't hear Gaspode speak, because dogs don't speak. It's a well know fact. ... Besides, almost all dogs don't talk. Ones that do are merely a statistical error, and can therefore be ignored.

Nothing more than nothing can be said.

The square root of nothing.

And there is a time, glorious too in its own way, when one scarcely exists, when one is a complete void. I mean, when boredom seems the very stuff of life.

An absence of meaning opens a gap in time.

Myth is the nothing that is all.

What a pity that 'nothingness' has been devalued by an abuse of it made by philosophers unworthy of it!