Alan Moore Quotes

Because our entire universe is made up of consciousness, we never really experience the universe directly we just experience our consciousness of the universe, our perception of it, so right, our only universe is perception.

Size is not a reality, but a construct of the mind; and space a construct to contain constructs.

The world consists of images on a screen, and consciousness is the steady light that emanates from the projector.

Your mind makes out the orange by seeing it, hearing it, touching it, smelling it, tasting it and thinking about it but without this mind, you call it, the orange would not be seen or heard or smelled or tasted or even mentally noticed, it's actually, that orange, depending on your mind to exist! Don't you see that? By itself it's a no-thing, it's really mental, it's seen only of your mind. In other words it's empty and awake.

External reality is sort of an affectation of the nervous system.

How much of what we call 'reality' is actually out there or rather within our own head?

The world doesn't just disappear when you close your eyes, does it?

The problem is we think we exist.

I secretly think reality exists so we can speculate about it.

From the perspective of mere representation, the external world always remains only a phenomenon.

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.

Yet, the Universe is real enough to the conscious beings in it, which are as unreal as it is itself.

The only reality of the theater exists in the mind of the audience.

I believe in general in a dualism between facts and the ideas of those facts in human heads.

What we think about Paris is a part of how we feel about it. Our idea of Paris is our idea and we don't know that that's not necessarily the way it really is. It feels so real.

There is no doubt whatsoever that the universe is the merest illusion.

What we think of as reality is a continuous synthesis of elements from a fixed hierarchy of a priori concepts and the ever changing data of the senses.

Appearances to the mind are of four kinds. Things either are what they appear to be; or they neither are, nor appear to be; or they are, and do not appear to be; or they are not, and yet appear to be. Rightly to aim in all these cases is the wise man's task.

We bring about a world in consciousness that is partly what is given, and partly what we bring, something that comes into being through this particular conjunction and no other. And the key to this is the kind of attention we pay to the world.

There are other relations besides reality, which the mind is capable of grasping and which also are primary, like chance, illusion, the fantastic, the dream.

I find that the sensation of myself as an ego inside a bag of skin is really a hallucination.

'Tell me one last thing,' said Harry. 'Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?' Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry's ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure. 'Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean it is not real?'

Consciousness is either inexplicable illusion, or else revelation.

I can myself conceive of nothing else than the experienced.

This whole world is mind's world, the product of the mind.