Aldous HuxleyThinkers

Art is one of the means whereby man seeks to redeem a life which is experienced as chaotic, senseless, and largely evil.

The City is itself the collective memory of its people, and like memory it is associated with objects and places. The city is the locus of the collective memory.

The City is not able to be experientially known. its life is too manifold for any individual to be able to participate in it.

A Cookbook is, no matter how great, no substitute for the poorest of dinners

Fanaticism is consciously over-compensating for a secret doubt.

Genius requires obscurity, as it only thrives in the dark, like celery.

Language 1s 2unction is twofold: to communicate emotion and to give information.

Los Angeles is a city of dreadful joy where thought is barred and conversation is unknown.

Man is organs.

Memory is every man's private literature.

Music is after silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible.