Isaac Asimov Quotes

The concept of absurdity is something I'm attracted to.

My personal philosophy is, you can be sure of nothing.

The answer is there is no answer.

It is no good any longer having any opinion upon anything.

Everything is nothing, with a twist.

Nothing can save us from a perpetual headlong fall into a bottomless abyss but a solid footing of dogma; and we no sooner agree to that than we find that the only trustworthy dogma is that there is no dogma.

Unpredictability means what it means. I don't know how you define it. It is what it is.

Nothing, like something, happens anywhere.

Nothing is proved, all is permitted.

No sense makes sense.

Because there is no meaning to be found in the arbitrary nature of things., It's all random. Just as space is blue. And birds fly through it.

No sense in no sense innocence of what of not and what of delight. In no sense innocence in no sense and what in delight and not, in no sense innocence in no sense no sense what, in no sense and delight, and in no sense and delight and not in no sense and delight and not, no sense in no sense innocence and delight.

Nothing that actually occurs is of the smallest importance

No one has the answer: we are answer and question.

Cause nothing really is and everything really isn’t.

Life's nonsense pierces us with strange relation.

If we believe in nothing, if nothing has any meaning and if we can affirm no values whatsoever, then everything is possible and nothing has any importance.

Everything is true, and nothing is true!

When somebody asks, 'Whats the answer to all of these questions?' that's absurd. There is no answer, there are answers, along the way.

A world without right or wrong was a world that did not want itself, anything other than itself, or anything not those two things, but that still wanted something. A world without right or wrong invited you over, complained about you, and gave you cookies. Don't leave, it said, and gave you a vegan cookie. It avoided eye contact, but touched your knee sometimes. It was the world without right or wrong. It didn't have any meaning. It just wanted a little meaning.

The world's a puzzle; no need to make sense out of it." - Socrates

Everything is absurd.

Anything goes and nothing matters.

And if there is no lining to the world? If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day Make no sense following each other?

Nothing in its essence is one way or the other.