Contemporary science is based on the philosophy of materialism, which claims that all reality is material or physical.

The universe is not in a steady state; there's an ongoing creative principle in nature, which is driving things onwards.

The science delusion is the belief that science already understands the nature of reality in principle, leaving only the details to be filled in.

The idea is that there is a kind of memory in nature. Each kind of thing has a collective memory. So, take a squirrel living in New York now. That squirrel is being influenced by all past squirrels.

Basically, morphic fields are fields of habit, and they've been set up through habits of thought, through habits of activity, and through habits of speech. Most of our culture is habitual.

I went through the standard scientific atheist phase when I was about 14. I bought into that package deal of science equals atheism.

Science at its best is an open-minded method of inquiry, not a belief system.

I think that creativity depends on having sufficient indeterminacy around for a new pattern to arise up within it.

There's a certain kind of scepticism that can't bear uncertainty.

Matter is merely mind deadened by the development of habit to the point where the breaking up of these habits is very difficult.

At the moment of insight, a potential pattern of organized behavior comes into being.

You (Pindar) who possessed the talent of speaking much without saying anything.

I was always getting told off by my choir teacher for, you know, riffing when I shouldn't.

Maybe poetry's not so important, but ... it makes life worth living.

Arrival = Prison, and the artist must never be a prisoner.

I think the proper attitude toward fighting sports is one of ambivalence. You can be drawn to them, but you should also be repelled by them.

If the shoe fits you're lucky.

I happen to be a Parkinson's patient. I'm not fearful of my condition or my future - but if someone is looking in my eyes for fear, then they see their own fear reflected back at them.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. It took seven languages to make me; it would be nice if I could have spoken just one.

Whatever skills I have acquired, whatever gifts I have been given, I place them at Your service.

I never felt like I had to rebel against my convent upbringing, because it was comparatively regular.