When parasitized by such a conspiratorial and delusional mindset, the bikini becomes a sexist tool of the patriarchy whereas the burqa is liberating and freeing since it averts the male gaze.

The best stories are the ones that leave room for interpretation.

There now ensued a series of incidents which transported me to the opposite extremes of ecstasy and horror; incidents which I tremble to recall and dare not seek to interpret.

Wise men have interpreted dreams, and the gods have laughed.

It is said that God has created man in his own image. But it may be that humankind has created God in the image of humankind

The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary.

All things are subject to interpretation. Whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.

There are no facts, only interpretations.

You’ve often heard me say – perhaps too often – that poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation. That little poem means just what it says and it says what it means, nothing less but nothing more.

What really frightens and dismays us is not external events themselves, but the way in which we think about them. It is not things that disturb us, but our interpretation of their significance.

Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation.

This is the key of modern science and is the beginning of the true understanding of nature. This idea. That to look at the things, to record the details, and to hope that in the information thus obtained, may lie a clue to one or another of a possible theoretical interpretation.

We are all now connected by the Internet, like neurons in a giant brain

You have this great big fantasy life, and it looks like a non-stop 24/7 party. But what do you do when you get to the end of the Internet and there’s nothing left to buy? There’s just a picture of Wayne Newton flipping you off.

You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul.

Oysters open completely when the moon is full; and when the crab sees one it throws a piece of stone or seaweed into it and the oyster cannot close again so that it serves the crab for meat. Such is the fate of him who opens his mouth too much and thereby puts himself at the mercy of the listener.